#bc thats just how little he shows up

[perenlop]

oh my god deagan was the gym leader for oblitus town

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[hiphopcherrrypop]

save me bottle blond bass player

[book-tease]

I think some people are way too willing to think of lestats pov as the truth and it's very confusing to me bc what about lestat as a character makes you think he's gonna be more truthful than louis-

[fear-no-mort]

i cant get over the whole time in the real world rick just sat there watching over morty and when he woke up finally rick sounded SO happy the way he just yelled his name excitedly the second he woke up,,,

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[melodyatlas]

rotate vampire/human dicktim in your mind plsssss

on it boss O7

so we're going off the idea that dick is the vampire in this scenario, because i just love love looooove the angst that causes for tim- thats his hero, his big brother, hes not a monster, he could never be a monster, and tim needs to stick by him while hes struggling with this and his urges

so tim lets dick feed from him, willingly offers himself up to keep dick from going hungry or feeding off of a civilian. and it starts out with that being all it is between them. tim is there to keep dick fed and to anchor him to his humanity.

but tim finds that dick feeding off of him... it actually feels /good/. like /really/ good. he has his theories about it, probably some sort of venom or toxin that's released by dick's fangs when he pierces tim's skin- it makes sense from a predator/prey standpoint, where most vampires would need a way to keep their meal calm through the process.

so tim likes it when dick feeds from him, likes the heady feeling he gets from dick's venom, likes how it's solidified the bond between them bc dick's first instinct when he's feeling overwhelmed by being a vampire drives him to tim, likes the physical closeness of dick pressed up against him while he drinks.

it gets to a point where tim likes the closeness a little too much, somewhat surprised to find himself getting wet during one of the feedings. he's happy, at least, that theres no bulge in his pants to give him away to dick, but dick's grip turns a little more possessive anyway and tim doesn't get it but he's not complaining when the movement has dick shifting the slightest bit closer.

it's not until later that tim remembers dick has heightened senses now that he's a vampire, and spends three days avoiding his big brother while he deals with the embarrassed knowledge that dick /knew/

but he can't avoid him forever, because soon enough dick will need to drink again, and while tim is pretty sure some of the other bats have offered to draw some of their own blood for dick, the thought makes tim's stomach roll with jealousy.

so he metaphorically crawls back to dick, and just tries to pretend like they both didn't know that he got aroused the last time dick bit him. it lasts until it happens again- but this time dick doesn't just hold tim a little tighter, a little closer, no- this time dick presses one of his thighs between tim's legs, uses his grip on tim to drag him along the big, muscled limb.

tim can't help but let out a noise- halfway between a cry and a moan- and he falls apart in dick's hold, dick's still lapping at his neck, but he's murmuring about what a good boy tim is, how he's so lucky to have tim looking out for him, how tim looks so pretty when he's pale and submissive, giving up his own blood just for dick.

tim comes embarrassingly quick, more from the words and the attention than from the actual stimulation- there's just something about being under dick's hands, about being given his full attention. he'll do anything for it, do anything to keep it. he'd let dick drain him dry if it made him happy. good thing dick wants to keep tim around.

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[nekomim1]

When I first watched Merlin, I was entirely convinced that Gwen would find out about Merlin's magic.

Throughout basically all of season 1 and even into season 2, I was just waiting for the moment when Gwen would inevitably either found out by accident, or Merlin would tell her. It genuinely shocked and disappointed me to realize that the show wasn't going in that direction.

Like, obviously I knew that the issue of Arthur himself finding out would be a much bigger point of contention (although i still think it shouldve happened way sooner but I digress). But like... it just seemed so obvious to me that thats what should happen, right? Merlin has two guiding figures who know about his magic and provide him with advice. Hes got that fucking lizard, who is this ancient being with all this knowledge about destinies and magic and shit. Then ofc Gaius, who acts as more of a parental figure, warning Merlin to be cautious and helping him out from time to time. But it seems so clear to me that something is missing from this picture.... that being SOMEONE MERLIN IS ON EQUAL STANDING WITH!

Like hes got the older, more wise guidance figures. But what about a friend?! What about someone who can validate his fresher, more naive perspective while also providing a unique perspective of their own?! Am I going crazy here?!!!! Istg it boggles my mind that they didnt give him SOMEONE to talk to other than those two old ass crusty ass men 😭 and it so clearly felt like it should be Gwen too. She was immediately set up as a compassionate figure and I found it hard to believe she would ever turn merlin in if she found out, and in their season one era they were the besties of all time. I miss it so bad.

God and then they finally gave him a friend who knew about his magic in Lancelot. But then THEY FUCKING GOT RID OF HIM?? EXILED HIS ASS???? LANCELOT WAS SERIOUSLY IN LIKE 4 EPISODES TOTAL AND IN ONE OF THEM IT WASNT EVEN REALLY HIM. FFS. Bbc writers you will get whats coming to you i swear it.

[froggods]

still thinking about how pike is a way better love interest than angel (and spike) and should have followed buffy to sunnydale.... mentally rewriting buffy season 1

[luck-of-the-drawings]

FOR A BEAT OF HEART, THE BREATH IS SHOT. AND WITHIN A BREATH, THE HEART IS CAUGHT. THE PIPES ARE BURSTING, UNDER GREAT STRESS, BOLTS TORN ASUNDER, MAKING A MESS. A FINAL COUGH, A FINAL RETCH, A GOREY SLOUGH, CLAIMED BY WRETCH.

[5hrignold]

this line paired with the fact that (if my spoilers were right anyway) peepers did the loveheart pupils thing directed toward hater . much to think about

[dudenastii]

Charles works for the most brutal band ever and while I do think he has genuine compassion and sympathy, I do not think he has any EMPATHY for anyone he kills or maims. He doesn't even apologize to Edgar, he doesn't do anything to particular evil to him either. He accepts him as a valued member of his work after the fact but he never anything but work appropriate. I think he might even find a bit of joy from being able to just snap his fingers and have someone be taken care of. Like for fucks sakes he smiles when he tells the klokateers that its show time aka to kill the Jomfru brothers.

Sorry but I think he might be a lil bit of sadist, just a wee bit. Under all the finely tuned wraps is a guy who likes pie, he likes rapping and he maybe thinks something like final destination is actually kinda funny.