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whats your favorite au you made?
Mmmmm probably Venture or The First
Venture bc it's the first really big au/fic I ever started working on, and it's got some very very good interactions between the characters, and The First bc it's a neat thought experiment that I really, really like the concept of. That, and I've been having fun packing in subtle little hints and references : D
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tim: ugh, i can’t go into the sewers to follow croc, can’t risk an infection
jason: what, are the sewers not good enough for your bristol bred sensibilities?
tim: i have no fucking spleen jason, of course i’m not gonna go into the fucking sewers - i’ll literally die
#tim seems like the type of guy to randomly drop lore about himself then walk away.#dc#robin#tim drake#red robin#jason todd#red hood#batfam#batman#bat bros#tim drakes missing spleen
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Runaway Rogue
So! A couple of years ago, Danny lost one of his Rogues.
It's not that they got Ended or anything, he literally lost them and couldn't find them. One day they ran off after being defeated and never showed up again. They were one of his Joke Villains, not posing a real threat but still extremely annoying when they wanted to be.
He hadn't seen them in Years now, and with the situation in Amity quelled and more free time on his hands than he had gotten in Years, he decided to finally track the Ghost down and see what he had been up to.
His search led him to Gotham, where he finally found the one Rogue that he had lost all those years ago.
Condiment King.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Condiment King#Condiment King is a Ghost#His Obsession is Condiments obviously#He used to be best friends with Lunch Lady and Box Ghost#Throuple? No? Anyways.#The Bats have no idea that the joke of a Villain they had been dealing with for years at this point is actually from another Dimension#And that he's already dead#His Lore just got crazy
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It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.
(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)
“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.
“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”
“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”
And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).
“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”
Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”
With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.
From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.
He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.
He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#tim drake#dick grayson#duke thomas#Danny is ghost king#Danny messes with the bat fam by trauma dumping#he’s like I’ll drop lore as a prank#but he actually got attached and is sharing trauma as a form of trust#bruce wayne#batman#batfam#those baby blues#Danny uses puppy dog eyes#it’s super effective#they think he’s the most normal#they’re (heh) dead wrong
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on the subject of explaining fallen london:
this image seems relevant.
#yin-thoughts#fallen london#average non-FL-player yin tumblr follower probably only knows lore in relation to my delusional bat oc#good.
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i am obsessed with @smallpwbbles's biolizard shadow au
#monotoneart#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#rouge the bat#maria robotnik#ark siblings#i think the lore goes that shadow didnt get his rings until he started growing like crazy? hope i got that right lol#also usually i draw shadow with an ear tag / a hole where it used to be. depending on the timeline.#but for this au he probably wouldve been growing too fast to use that method of id'ing or whatever#(<- totally didnt completely forget to draw it)
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Ooohhh when is there going to be an akumatized luka?
RIGHT NOW!! :D
Heartrocker is Akumatized Luka, after breaking up with Marinette. 💔
His music creates supersonic waves!
I’d like to think that a special song also makes civilians to fangirl over him, but he’s not interested? He’s just over them/doesn’t want their attention (even though he’s creating them) and he just wants to find Marinette and use his powers to make her love him, or obsessed with him like he kind of is with her. He sends the fans to go find Marinette while he focuses on trying to take the miraculous.
It’s not the right thing to do, but he thinks Marinette doesn’t care about him at all, although he loves her to his core. She didn’t show up to his concert, lied about it, then didn’t even try to protest their breakup. So clearly he’s not over her and wants clarity, which causes his Akumatization. Ofc the breakup was over multiple instances of lying, but the concert was the final straw because she promised him she’d be there, and he was going to perform an original song he wrote just for her.
He ends up putting Ladybug under the same spell, and he’s about to take her miraculous before realizing if he does, Hawkmoth will take away his powers and he can’t get Marinette to love him again. So he ends up just having a depressing therapy session with her, where she convinces him to hand over his akuma object and he can’t be akumatized anymore after that!
#HE’S EMO!!!!#but tonight will be the night that I will fall for yaaouuu#miraculous ladybug#chocoau#chocoau char#chocoau lore#thank you for the ask!! <3#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#Luka couffaine#tbf the description “petite with blue hair with pigtails” is pretty broad#but also bc mlb Parisians are really dumb#to this day I still don’t know how to draw an anatomically correct guitar#when he’s not playing that thing he’s swinging it like a baseball bat
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after years n years on the internet n being transgender, i finally got converted in2 a furry yesterday completely unexpectedly in just a matter of hours. Her name is Cherry Dusk Batty n ive alrdy come up w a ridiculous amnt of lore tidbits 4 her. this stunning accomplishment of the homosexual agenda thanks 2 @mithryl-ninja
#god i cant believe it im finally a furry. it rly was just a matter of time huh#i knew it was fucking over when my brain started 2 supply lore unprompted#bat furry#bat fursona#furry#fursona#.img
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EGGMAN SLAPPING HIS OWN LOGO OVER THE GUN EMBLEM IS HILARIOUS, BUT I NEED YA’LL TO TALK MORE ABOUT THE DRIED BLOODSTAINS ON GERALD’S JOURNAL! IT’S HARD TO SEE SINCE THE OUTER LAYER IS BLACK, BUT IT’S THERE! YOU CAN NEVER TELL ME THAT THIS THING WASN’T PRESENT DURING THE SCENE OF “THE INCIDENT.” I AM NOT CRAZY!
#sonic x shadow generations#shadow generations#sonadow generations#dark beginnings#maria robotnik#robotnik#shadow the hedgehog#black doom#sonic the hedgehog#black arms#gerald robotnik#rouge the bat#sonic generations#sega#doctor eggman#dr eggman#dr. eggman#eggman#mephiles the dark#metal overlord#metal sonic#sonic lore#biolizard#space colony ark#sega sonic#sonic games#sonic#shadow the ultimate lifeform#shadow#black arms shadow
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Drew a bunch of sonic characters as zero escape+aitsf characters for various reasons or w/e. Don’t worry about it <3
Bonus this whole thing started w/ this amy as ace I drew as a joke about a single shared character trait (?) between two otherwise totally different as hell characters
#Amy rose#rouge the bat#knuckles the echidna#sonic the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#blaze the cat#metal sonic#tails the fox#big the cat#shadow the hedgehog#vanilla the rabbit#vector the crocodile#cream the rabbit#surge the tenrec#zero escape#I Guess it’s just outfits but I should throw the main tag there a least#i gotta read the comics frfr surge rules but I don’t know herrr#I also wanna like Properly know the game lore and not just like. osmosis and out of context clips#however lol @ actually doing shit I wanna do#anyways#zero escape 999 spoiler in this tag: the ‘’shared trait’’ is comedically inacutate face blindness lol#my art#fan art
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No Capes AU where Tim is pretty freaking sure that his neighbor is Gotham City’s local cryptid The Batman so obviously, he has to get adopted by Mr Wayne to find proof.
Tim, knocking on the front door to Wayne Manor with all the conviction a nine year old can have: Hello, Mr. Pennies. Is Mr. Bat- Wayne home? I have to ask him an important question.
Alfred:
Alfred: Are you here alone?
Tim: I would like to live in your castle with you and Mr. Wayne, and Dick Grayson. Please, mark yes.
Tim: *hands Alfred a piece of paper that says ‘Can I live here? Yes or No.’
#Jason and Dick: Obviously we have to keep him#Bruce: we can’t keep him. he has parents#Bruce walking Tim back to the Drake Estate: Can I come in and talk to your parents?#Tim who knows Vampire lore: …What’s stopping you from coming in?#also Tim at school explaining his plan and Ives is like: I don’t think Bruce Wayne is Batman. I think he’s just a man#Tim: He lives in a castle Ives. Bats live in castles#Tim saw Bruce at a Halloween gala dressed as Batman once and has had his suspicions ever since#Tim drake#Bruce Wayne#alfred pennyworth#no capes Au#don’t know if you can tell but I love a tiny tim fic
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cw: sexually explicit content / blood / relatively light sadomasochism / age + experience gap (reader is older + more experienced) / sub!choso / vampires 🧛♀️ / sex and violence as two sides of the same coin /
choso kamo is 160 years old when he meets you.
in those years of walking the earth, undead, he believes he’s embraced his vampirism as much as he possibly can. the broiling self-hatred he had once found solace in has reduced to a simmer, strongest in those moments of blood and guts and weakening heartbeats; and although he often avoids crowds, and companionship, and light, he no longer believes himself to be a slave of his own nature.
to be true — in the grand scheme of immortality, of vampirism — he isn’t anywhere close to the level of control he’d wish to have. often, when indulging yuji’s desire to enjoy the world as he did before his death — boardwalks and arcades and cotton candy — he feels his canines aching in his gums, stretching until they dimple against his bottom lip.
it’s not comfortable. it’s not confident. but even despite the growing aches, he’s no longer cowering in alleyways; no longer drinking from poor stray cats and garbage-chewing rats to momentarily satiate that ever-growing, gnawing hunger. he has some sense of control—
“oh, you baby-bats. so adorable.”
control which he now flounders to grab.
a sharp, inky black nail scrapes up the column of his neck — he can’t help but arch into it, head tilting back until his wide, pupil-blown eyes find the ceiling, with its intricate coving and obsidian chandeliers. the music from the main hall is nothing but a buzzing in the back of his head; thoughts of his friends’ whereabouts, an afterthought. your fingernail crowds the underneath of his jaw and stops at where his pulse point would have thrummed, would he have been alive.
you’re a demon. a devil. a she-beast. a succubus. any horrid, terrible name he could call you, he will — dressed in blacks and burgundies and gold older than him, your lips painted an ox-blood red and your eyes as sharp and dark as any polished knife. in your hands he is small. weak. mortal.
“satoru usually keeps his strays away, after last time,” you say, pouting now, though it’s a crude approximation of sadness — even now, your eyes glint with devilment. “so mean, when he knows i have a weak spot for bats like you.”
that wretched finger stretches up; pokes at his bottom lip, scrapes against the fangs that had — embarrassingly — extended from his gums at the simple weight of you on top of him.
“look at that,” you coo, and your grin is something unsettling, something that curdles in the pit of his stomach and heats between his legs. “excited, pup?”
his answering breath comes ragged, and it’s always more embarrassing than it was when he was human. his heart doesn’t work, his lungs do not work, and he has no need to breathe — in fact, he lost the reflex to do so around 92 years ago — but his brain is scrambled, it seems, wilted neurons confusing signals from almost two centuries ago. “i’m — ahem — i’m okay, duchess.”
“how sweet. you don’t have to call me by my title, you know. my name will do just fine.” at his silence, you push yourself up from where you’d been laying low against his chest — looking far too excited when you say: “unless, of course, you like it.”
his hands tremble at his side. he can’t remember the last time he’s indulged in — in debauchery. the last time someone’s made him feel like they’re holding his heart in their hands. over the past hundred-odd years, he’s avoided it like the plague, and for good reason — most vampires aren’t known for their commitment, let’s just say. and now you’re on top of him looking like every sin he’s tried to avoid, and he’s straining so hard in his pants he fears he’ll cum before you even hint at removing a single article of clothing.
you press yourself flush again, nosing at his neck. he knows, for the first time in his long life, what it feels like to be prey. is this what his victims had felt when he ripped into their throats, young and inexperienced and bloodthirsty? did their vulnerability sit like a stone in their throats?
a groan comes from you, suddenly, and your tongue darts out to lave against his skin. choso’s answering moan is more of a whimper, broken and weak in his mouth, but you don’t seem to notice — or care. he flexes his glutes in an effort to stop himself from rutting up against you — not only would it be embarrassing, desperate, but it would be rude. this is your house, after all. your soirée. your gilded halls and bedazzled walls. your silk sheets against his back. your satin skirt bunched around your waist.
“tell me, pup,” you say, and he fights the instinctual reflex to shiver at the brush of your lips against his skin, “have you ever fed from our own?”
“hm?” it’s a sound of confusion brought half on by his simple lack of knowledge, and half on by his slow-processing brain. only seconds after does he fully register your question, and the eyes he hadn’t realised he had screwed shut flew open. “no. i — i didn’t know that was possible.”
all at once, you’re sitting up again — swinging your leg over his hips until you’re standing. it wouldn’t be right to call it clambering — you are impossibly graceful, even passed the agility and elegance that comes with the gift of the undead. his hands reach for you before he can stop them, a sound like a question on his tongue, and you send him the sweetest, most tooth-rotting, stomach-turning smile. he thinks he likes your biting, cruel grins more, though you’re lovely regardless.
you begin to reach for the ties of your corset at your spine — just another thing that makes his mouth water. people didn’t wear these sorts of clothes anymore, not in the human world. but he remembers the skirts and corsets from paintings of noblewomen hundreds of years ago, and how he’d admire the curve of their waists, the swell of their chests—
“of course, satoru wouldn’t tell you. why would he?”
his eyes snap up from your chest, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. but you don’t seem to mind. the corset is removed painfully slowly, for no other reason than to torture him; then, the outer dress, with its carmine satin and intricate embroidery. you throw it to the floor carelessly, as if the most knowledgeable museum curators wouldn’t prostrate themselves at your feet for the simple chance to display it for millions to see — a while his eyes drink up the sight of more skin, the whisper of form beneath your underdress and bloomers, you near him once more.
metal to a magnet, a moth to flame, he pulls himself to the edge of the bed. you find a place between his legs and grasp his chin, and choso can’t look away from you.
“i can take you apart and put you back together,” you say — promise — voice like crushed velvet, quiet and creeping like a choking vine. your thumb smooths over his cheek and ends at its apple, where you press the sharp tip of your nail into his flesh. “i can show you the pleasures of your eternal life, and its pains, and everything in between. i can bring you to every edge, and draw you back from them just as quick — and it will be painful, and you’ll enjoy it so much you won’t be able to go another day without it.”
he’s lost the ability to speak. his unmoving heart is in his throat — or in your hands, or between your sharp teeth. you tilt your head and regard him with knowing, twinkling eyes.
“all you have to say, pup, is yes.”
oh, it’s out of him so quick he can hardly keep up — a word so breathy you’d swear you’d already had your way with him. but embarrassment is a thing of the past when your smile stretches, and you murmur marvellous. you release him from your grasp, much to his chagrin, but when you begin pulling down your bloomers his attention shifts.
he can smell you. smell you. the musky, salty scent of between your legs — a smell that has his mouth watering and his fingers cramping from how hard he fists the sheets. your bloomers are damp when you discard them, sticky with your arousal, and pride glows in choso’s chest. he didn’t do much, but it seemed enough — if he had only let himself lose control, hump up against you harder, perhaps it would’ve stained his clothes; seeped through your layers and onto his lap. he’d go home and hold it over his nose until the scent faded, and perhaps after.
“new as you are,” you say, climbing onto your bed once more and reclining back against the numerous pillows — huffing a mean-sounding laugh when he crawls after you. “i’ll do you the mercy of taking it easy, just this once. oh, don’t make that face — you look like a kicked puppy. i promise you’ll enjoy what i have in store for you.”
and you hike up your underdress, and spread your legs. choso’s mouth waters — the thick smattering of hair on your mons, your flower-like labia, shiny with your arousal. and your clit, peeking out from its hood, pink and shiny and begging to have his mouth on it. but as if this wasn’t enough — as if he wasn’t already scrabbling to get between your legs — you take one of those long, sharp nails, and drag it against your inner thigh. the skin splits. blood trickles down from the wound like a river of gold, flowing into the crease between your thighs and your pussy, and it smells ambrosial. if his fangs were aching before, they’re screaming, now. this isn’t human blood; this is richer, sweeter, creamier. delectable. hedonistic. you’ll make a glutton of him.
“after all,” you say, grinning wickedly, “i’m treating you to a most delectable meal.”
#sub choso u will always be famous#living out my gothic vampire dream. need#choso x reader#choso kamo x reader#jjk x reader#anime x reader#choso x you#choso kamo x you#jjk x you#anime x you#choso smut#choso kamo smut#jjk smut#anime smut#im thinking about the lore for this au now#gojo who acts like a hedonist but is actually tortured by the reality of his immortality#nanami who strictly feeds either on animals or sustainably sourced human blood 😭😭😭😭#vampire hunter toji who is also a vampire a la mikael mikaelson#also pup is what baby bats are called……. im dying#also goths call beginner goths baby bats but i think its fitting here#also no choso is not a baby or a child or anything he is v much a consenting adult 😭😭#i jusg think it puts like the extent of immortality into perspective#idk its 3am and i have work tomorrow#who up subbing they choso
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DP x DC AU: Danny desperately wants to find the explosion guy. Tim is really good at covering his tracks... he didn't account for ghosts.
The explosions make it onto TV as purported terror activity and most people haven't heard of that part of the world much less ever given a second thought to care about it. The only real reason it gets reported on has something to do with the Justice League and... Danny knows too much.
He's been in training for Clockwork's court (which he's suspicious of- feels like kingly duty bullshit- but Danny is playing along out of curiosity for now) and he's learned a lot about how the living and non-living worlds collide. That means learning about CW's usual suspects- one of which just happened to have a ton of bases around the area Danny was seeing on the news.
It didn't take long for Danny to try to piece together that whoever blew up Nanda Parbat was trying to fuck with the League of Shadows, and was doing it successfully. Less green portals in the world the better, same goes for assassins. But it gets Danny thinking... Maybe he can employ similar tactics on the GIW Bases that keep spawning on the edges of Amity Park. It would at least set them back while he and his friends navigated the help line desk to request Justice League intervention. None of them can leave Amity Park, so outreach is going to have to be creative.
So Danny figures he'll just find the guy. Call up some ghosts who were there, or er, came from there and get a profile and track him down. But the ghosts keep saying it was The Detective. Annoying!
Danny goes full conspiracy theory, gets Tucker and Sam involved, and begrudgingly asks Wes Weston his thoughts.
He hadn't expected Wes to garble out a thirty minute presentation (that had 100 more slides left to go before he cut it off) about how Batman totally trained with a cult and so did his kids. Danny kind of rolled his eyes but... hey, new avenue of searching in the Infinite Realms at least.
The ghosts confirm that Bombs is for sure not Batman's MO- But maybe his second kid would know? The second kid was already brought back to life though, so no way to easily reach him... Danny starts to realize that this might be the work of a Robin now. Wasn't the red one known for solving cold cases? (Sam provides this information- its a social faux pas to not know hero gossip at Gotham Galas- everything she's learned is against her will).
It all comes to a head when Danny goes about the hard task of opening a portal for the guy to come through at just the right time, explain the infinite realms so he doesn't panic and then describe what the fuck was going on with the GIW. It takes months, just over a full year, of random (educated guesses) portal generating- Finally, Red Robin drops into the land of the dead.
"So, you're the guy I've got to talk to about explosions right?" Danny enthusiastically asks.
Tim thinks he's died and landed in the after life following 56 hours of being awake and plummeting off the side of a building into a Lazarus pool. Nothing makes sense about the kid in front of him.
"Yeah, I got a guy for munitions." Tim answers cooly.
"How do you feel about secretly sanctioned government operations that violate protected rights?"
"Gotta get rid of 'em some how. Need me to point you in the right direction?" This might as well be happening.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#long post#tim drake#red robin#tim and danny team up to blow up the GIW au#Tim being known as the explosion guy is my favorite and i will not let this part of his lore go ignored#Jason is the munitions guy obviously and the ghosts go crazy over the gossip it enlights when he helps in amity park#Danny one hundred percent is living for this working relationship- what a weirdo -danny hasn't met someone stranger than himself in a min#tim bartering his services for a few more years of life and danny just pikachu facing him#Tim wants to improve his relations in the afterlife be he still completely thinks hes dead#danny: dude ur still alive#Tim: yeah thats the goal but i'll help you meet your goals first and then we can negotiate#Danny decides to make the guy super ghost rich (thinking big Haunt real estate) and send him home#Tim blows up the GIW with no remorse and with all the data back up for proper justice to be served court side#tim returns from the dead and this is how the bats learn that he's the one who blew up nanda parbat all those years ago#it takes danny so long to find tim bc tim was spiralling and only after bruce got back did he get into a normal routine enough to get got
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BAT OC BAT OC BAT OC 🦇 anything, HES ADORABLEE
it’s tradition at this point
#art of the kitkat#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl oc#cotl bat#cotl masta#oops were you asking for lore?#teehee
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Steve doesn’t know what’s gonna hit him
#harringrove#the lore is so bad steve wanna pick up his bat and find neil afterwards#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#incorrect harringrove quotes#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringroveera#harringrove edit#harringrove textpost#incorrect billy hargrove quotes#steve x billy#steve harrington x billy hargrove#incorrect steve harrington#steve harrington meme#billy hargrove meme#harringrove meme
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