#are you all ready?

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Daily Prompt Reminder

Day 31: Trick or Treat

for the Suptober23 prompt list

The Suptober Collection

[ghoulsister1]

🎃Guys, next week is October! Are you all ready to get spooky?🎃

👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛

👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡🎃🐈‍⬛👻🧡

[gaaralover55]

Who is ready for the next event tomorrow?!

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[castielsprostate]

i hate you "influencers", i hate you tiktok, i hate you "content creators", i hate you "unalive" and "s€x" and "dr/ügs", i hate you instagram, i hate you consumerism, i hate you family friendly, i hate you puritans, i hate you facebook, i hate you family vloggers, i hate you violating other people's privacy, i hate you modern day social media

[hajihiko]

You don't deserve to mourn!

[chloesimaginationthings]

"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie

[an-established-butt-dent]

I'm a bald Solas lover I swear!!!!

—> Process video under the cut because of flash warning.

[zorangezest]

1/3

here we go! the longest comic i've ever drawn and one of my favourite things i've ever made! and it's. for this crack transformers au. what have i done. ive spent so long on this

next

[allimili]

we need more BEASTS interacting more

with each other 😭😭😭😭

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[jubshead]

Y’all I don’t think 9 episodes of lesbian witches will be enough, we might have to ensemble again and force their hands for a season 2…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who is this sassy lost child?

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[starwarjotta]

looking for someone on Tatooine