#and now I'm out of ideas

[mutable-manifestation]

Jason votes for him after the "Joker alive = no corruption" interview.

Can a political candidate normally get away with inciting a murder? Nah. But Danny is a teenager - he's popular, sure, but at the end of the day he's a kid. No one thinks he'll really win he's just taken as a bit of lighthearted fun. His campaign brings up the mood in Gotham for a while; they figure he'll get maybe third place and then everyone will move on with their lives.

They underestimate the power of memes (many are spawned from his campaign).

He wins the election and the city council is absolutely scrabbling to convince this kid to take back his words (because "inciting murder is wrong" and tooooootally not at all bc they want him to seem bribable to the criminals of the city. Ofc the council isn't corrupt whaaaaat? Nah)

Spoiler alert: he doubles down.

The Joker's dismembered corpse is left on the steps of city hall on his 4th day in office & Red Hood appears behind him just as the news clip rolls with a duffle bag of 100s.

Gotham hasn't been declared No Man's Land yet but the government sure has offloaded a lot to make Gotham more self-reliant (ie on its own)

They might regret that a little when Danny's 5th day in office sees the Red Hood pardoned for all crimes (at least within Gotham - outside he might be fair game but in it? Man is smelling like roses legally).

Danny also announces he's now unbribable for a different reason but fails to elaborate (Jason's bribe was both for the pardon and for him not to be bribed by anyone else for the rest of his term)

As for Jason? He skipped to killing the Joker himself instead of still waiting for Bruce to do it because a) no more Joker, b) he doesn't have to watch his new favorite politician be subject to Clown Bullshit (TM) and c) he thought it'd be funny to watch Bruce figure out how to react without the whole "what you wrong" thing to fall back on because he was all but government sanctioned Bruce-y

When Danny announces he is suddenly permanently un-bribable & won't explain the kidnapping attempts start up

The gangs figure, hey, maybe if he's scared he'll spill. And if he doesn't they can forget bribes altogether and just do threats.

Problem: he keeps. Escaping.

Kidnap him? He disappears the moment all eyes are off of him. Cameras randomly glitch. People start to think he's a meta, but when the accusation goes public he just publishes his test results (the Fentons tested themselves & their kids in the hopes one of them would have the gene so they could try to force-awaken it as some kind of ghost-hunting power. None of them had the gene, lucky for Jazz & Danny)

Ofc a niche population still thinks he's a meta, because since when has official documentation been enough to convince some people of information.

Oh well, they think. He still has family. He used his salary to get a separate apartment, but his parents were all too happy to move to Gotham (thankfully the portal stayed in Amity & since they weren't there it stayed closed), deciding to hunt Robin.

Yeah.

Batman ages, grows, his voice changes.

Robin is never quite an adult, always shifting back. Always changing. Ergo, Robin = evil ghost mind controlling Batman for nefarious purposes, possibly the reason Gotham is still so bad despite having so many vigilantes. (They disagree with but respect Danny's theory that Batman is a crime lord).

Attempts to kidnap the other Fentons are disastrous.

Maddie leaves a trail of broken bodies in her wake. Always calls the proper authorities, always goes through the proper channels, and always gets an easy self-defense ruling (she doesn't even need Danny's help given the numerous cameras & other recording devices she constantly has active on her person).

Jack is a mountain, but with his personality and Maddie's track record they give it a go.

He thinks they've come for a weapons upgrade, snatching the gun shoved in his face before critiquing it as he ushers the small group that had been sent to their doorstep into the basement - they remain compliant, seeing the imprints left on the guns barrel from his fingers (Jack Fenton is fully human but he's all muscle. And Fenton weapons are denser, heavier than normal. guns He expected to need more grip to hold it but no matter, he can apologize for the damage by giving them an extra ecto-weapon).

Even with the portal back in Amity, they've brought plenty of weapons. He describes each of their functions with glee, and the sprinkled in mentions of ghosts are taken as a threat - especially with how he carelessly waves barrels in their faces, paying no mind to how they leap for cover.

They pale when he hefts the bazooka without breaking a sweat and demonstrates by obliterating a shooting target and tearing hole through the Earth and into the next basement over.

Maddie is the one who rescues them, reminding Jack they might just be neighbors offering them mundane weapons to cope with life in Gotham (she's not giving her ecto-weapons to a bunch of criminals).

The patented Jack Fenton Back Slap nearly breaks one dudes spine when Jack apologizes for the misunderstanding, and Maddie helps his usher them back out the door with narrowed eyes.

(Then Jack & Maddie work on the patented Fenton Apology Casserole for their basement neighbor)

The first group to go after Jazz ends up on the business end of Harley Quinn's Hammer. (Aye psychology buddies!)

The next ends up fed to Poison Ivy's plants (she was delivering a message from Sam & since Harley is fond of Jazz...)

The third time they discover Jazz...has Fenton weapons. But she can't aim. She closes her eyes & shoots wildly. She gets one in the eyes. One gets shot in the unmentionables. A third, the knee. A fourth, the kidney (yeah he pees himself & also loses said kidney).

Of course she feels awful for hurting them so badly & calls an ambulance while giving them basic first aid and critiquing their life choices/tearing their apart their thought processes.

Sam & Tucker are still in Amity at this point (Sam knows she can lure her parents easily enough with the promise of playing nice with the Waynes, but she's waiting for Tucker to either get a WE internship or test into Gotham U courses so he can convince his parents & they can move at the same time)

So ofc the gangs move to assassination attempts.

Every single one fails.

Sniper? The Sniper was the only witness & everyone else believes Danny when he says he dodged it. Sure there's shattered glass and a hole in the chair where his head would be, but he hasn't got a scratch and everyone knows he's not a meta (or an alien - the human parents are proof of that even if they didn't have his medical records, which they do).

But the Sniper saw the bullet disappear through his head before shattering a bust. He knows and it's driving him crazy.

Poison? Danny grew up around ecto-contamination & now he has a ghost-half that can blitz stuff from his system with ecto. He's fine. Maybe some of his meals are 'spicier than I thought they'd be' but he's fine.

Direct attacks for stabbing & the like? He can fight. He's scrappy. He's the feral racoon of the family with all of the training Maddie gave them in hand to hand. His approval rating skyrocket when a guy tries to stab him and - rather than dodge or grab the arm throw him or something - doubles over to meet the wrist where it is and bites it before the knife can make contact.

The guy drops the knife but Danny just bites down harder. Then drops to his knees and whirls around - taking the guy with him - to pin the attacker in place with his own arms/legs. Still biting the guy's wrist. The move is reminiscent of how crocodiles take down prey & it becomes a meme.

And the Fentons being related to Killer Croc becomes a theory.

Jack & Maddie be like: Perhaps an evil ghost kidnapped a long lost relative & dropped him in Gotham? Maybe crocodile is anti-ghost meta gene? Can Crocodile is be good at hunt ghost? Adopt? Adopt crocodile murder man???

So yeah Jack & Maddie are now hunting killer croc to adopt/reform/turn into a ghost hunter

Danny runs for Mayor

Simple Prompt: Danny runs for the Gotham Mayor position

Extended Prompt: Danny is an absolute little shit throughout his entire campaign but still manages to win because he is legitimately one of the best candidates around

Just imagine the crack that could come from this!

Reporter: What is your stance on Vigilantism? Danny: Well I agree that Vigilantes are helpful for the communities that need them, and they should work with the police at every opportunity, I feel like the idea will always be a city where Vigilantes are not needed. Also I fail to see the relevancy of the question, there are no vigilantes in Gotham Reporter: What do you mean? What about the Bat-Family? Danny: No, Batman isn’t a Vigilante. Batman is a Crime Lord.

Or

Danny: As mayor, I promise that I will not be infected by corruption. Not because of my moral standings, but because I absolutely fucking hate clowns and I will never accept a bribe as long as that guy is still alive. Yes this is me putting a hit out on the Joker. Crime Bosses, if you want to try and bribe me, you gotta kill him first or I won’t even consider it!

Or

Batman: Why is a Meta-Human running for Gotham Office? You know this city doesn’t have a very good track record with people like you. Even the Signal had a rough start. Danny: Well, I just had a strong compulsion to help this city reach the peak of it’s potential *looks over Batman’s shoulder to see Lady Gotham holding up Cue Cards telling him what to say. She promised to help with his paperwork for the next 50 years if he became Mayor and helped fix her city* Danny: Such a strong compulsion…

Or

Penguin: Look kid, I don’t care if you have enough power to destroy me at the subatomic level, I have enough money to ruin you, your sister, your parents, even your uncle! Danny: Oh really? I could get the souls of every person you have ever killed to get confessions out of them. Or I could give them the power to rip you apart. Or I could even just possess you and donate all your money to charity.

Or

Danny: Oh god dammit! Vlad: Hello Badger! Glad to see you followed in my footsteps instead of your fathers! Danny: This wasn’t because of you! Lady Gotham asked for help! Vlad: A WIN IS A WIN!

[blondie-drawings]

Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts 😳😳 pt 1/pt 2

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[tubbytarchia]

Shark toothed mermaid didn't know how to kiss her sailor crush

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[disaster-magician]

Angsty teenage shenanigans have me so hyped

(Fake screenshots! These are fan made based on incorrect quotes and not in the game)

[linkeduniverse]

Dawn pt. 5

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[riddlerosehearts]

and the universe said, i love you because you are love

[hazelnootnut]

ACT 2 "You're... me?" "That's right, stardust!"

You know I've been drawing Loop as their Siffrin form so much that it's got me thinking. I've read and seen so many fics and artworks of Loop eventually getting back to looking like their old self, but I don't think I've seen any so far of Loop already being a mirror copy of Siffrin. So uh, yoink?

ISAT AU where the game plays out the same way (plot-wise at least) but Loop looks like Siffrin the whole time and while Siffrin is extremely perplexed that there's another him, he's still gotta accept their help because how else are they supposed to escape the loops? Good ol' Loop is here to help, helpful friendly Loop!

Siffrin is going through it still but Differently.

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[elsecrytt]

curse technique concept:

your technique can make anyone fall in love with you. it's not permanent, but the emotions are extremely real, and powerful, wearing off over time unless refreshed.

the technique is activated by eye contact.

you've also taken a binding vow - you cannot activate your technique at will, it's always on. this makes your technique much stronger than it should be.

so you run around with a blindfold, much like gojo, just to prevent making random people fall in love with you.

it's not so bad, really!

growing up, your parents would wear eyepatches - with only one eye making contact, the technique was half as effective!

except... if the effectiveness of the technique increases proportionally with the number of eyes... well...

[benevolenterrancy]

Art prompt of Shen Qingqiu holding the aro flag (fits his color scheme)

the real reason this man doesn't realise he's tripping every romance flag in the story

[seiya-starsniper]

Dreamling human au where Hob and Dream meet at The New Inn's annual Halloween party. Dream is NOT dressed as a vampire, actually, he's dressed up as Frankenstein's Monster because...reasons.

Hob, however, is dressed up as Count Dracula and unfortunately, by the time he introduces himself to Dream, he's so drunk on jello shots that he says "Helvo, I vant to suvk your cock!" instead of... you know... blood. But Hob being Hob, he refuses to take back his words after he realizes his mishap, and just waggles his eyesbrows and terrible fake fangs at a rapidly blushing Dream.

Dream thinks this man is the biggest idiot on the planet. He's absolutely going home with him tonight.

[rjshope]

Namseok through the years for @raplinenthusiasts ✨

+bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."