#because he be pretty

[courtoftheclueless]

Cold Weather

Take the first of hopefully 31 writing things this month. I cannot in good conscience call this a "Drabble" as it is about 950 words.

Also, take the taglist before the thing: @bioexorcizm@eternally-smitten If you want to be added, then let me know!

This verse (the 141 World of Darkness AU) will be tagged as "Side Sessions"

“Fuck.” It was a little shocking to hear Garrick to the be the one swearing. But, as always, it was done with a careful enunciation that made it almost seem socially acceptable. “How is it colder in here than outside?”

Dr Giovanni couldn't help but roll her eyes at his exaggeration. Outside was cold enough to have frozen the English streets. To turn the slush into ugly ice and leave a layer of snow coming down carefully. In her morgue-slash-laboratory wasn't even cold enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Would you rather have rotting corpses?” The autopsy was done, and she was running the samples through the machine to get a basic idea of what the composite illness was. She had neutralized it- and would later investigate it personally- but machines helped with the initial guesswork. “I have a kettle in my kitchenette, and coffee or tea in the cupboards.”

“Can’t you just… have them not rot?” Despite his incredulous tone, he did move towards the attached office and kitchenette to her workspace. At the very least, he was going to entertain her. “We watched you raise the dead.”

“No, you watched me use the ZV in the infected to hijack their muscular system and use them like meat puppets.”

“Morbid.” The kettle began to heat. It had an almost annoying noise to it, but it helped keep her aware of who was doing what in her space. “If you can do that, you can make it warmer, yeah? It’s freezing out there.”

She turned, brown eyes leveled with his and an unimpressed press of her lips.

The shrug he gave was genuine, though not enough to stand up completely from where he leaned against the counter. His baseball hat- though he hated it when she called it that- replaced with a toque- he really hated when she called a ‘beanie’ that- to keep him warmer.

If he wanted to be warmer, he could grow out a proper beard and moustache as opposed to the almost teenaged thing that sat on his upper lip and across his jaw. It was a shame. He was a handsome man, absolutely let down by such a thing.

“That is nowhere near the same thing, Garrick.” And he smiled a bit. The quirk of his eyebrow and cock of his smile a challenge. “It’s about knowledge. You have to know what you’re working with. I know the body- both alive and dead- and so my magic works well with it. I am not a meteorologist, so I’m not going to risk fucking up the environment because you’re too fashionable to bundle up properly.”

“Says the woman wearing a waistcoat.” He nodded at her attire. She had an air of professionalism about her, with her blazer on the back of a chair, her waist coat and well tailored pants, and button down shirt sleeves rolled up neatly to her elbows. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m used to it. Spent most of my life in a morgue like this one.” The hum he gave felt a little awkward to her, but she pushed past it. Her whole life was morbid. Sometimes things worked out like that. “I keep a sweater in my office in case it gets to be too much.”

“And I’m guessing quite a bit of this hot chocolate, huh?” He rattled the mostly empty can. It was a cheap brand- a remnant of her childhood. “Thought you bought this thing last week.”

“Can’t drink coffee, don’t like tea.”

The offended English gasp was enough to make her laugh as she moved to the computer hooked up to the microscope. A little bit enchanted coding, and it should be able to help identify the virus. Tricks that one of her half sister’s brothers taught her.

Good man, and one who despite his affinity for mixing magic and tech, had enough sense in his head to detest the Technocracy. A damn good man.

“You’ve probably never had a proper cup then.”

She already knew where this was going. It was past eight in the night- he would tell her to grab a cup of tea with him. Then a meal- his treat. Then back to the barracks for them to sleep because this was hour thirty of being in the lab with the specific body they were trying to investigate.

“My mother would yell at you for saying that.” He was handsome and sweet, so she was going to fall for it. But that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. “Wrath of Saint Martha would be upon you if you made her feel that it wasn’t good.”

“Which one?”

It was a fair jab that he gave with a tilt of his head. The Catholic church had plenty of saints. But She was better known- or at least she thought She was.

“Saint of Housewives, Servants, Cooks.” The computer would take hours more to go through all the possible viruses that the amalgamation could be. But she didn’t take anymore steps to go and hang out with him. Not until he actually asked. “Ma and I had an icon of her in the kitchen when I was growing up. She and Nonna taught me to ask for guidance whenever trying to cook for others. I could give myself food poisoning if I wanted, but don’t I dare serve shit to others.”

“Well, how about we check out if the pub down the road does the same?”

There it was. But she had been living off of microwave meals and naps in an office chair for the past thirty hours.

“Fine, but I won’t hear any sort of complaints about the cold.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[the-eclectic-penguin]

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

...I got fiddlestan brainworms

hehehe funny spongebob reference

[keferon]

So. Mecha pilot Jazz? Anyone?

Based on this post

I decided I don’t want to pull any aesthetic from Evangelion because I don’t really remember Evangelion haha I can’t navigate its world building.

[freefallintothevoid]

The real reason everyone makes fun of Dicks Discowing outfit is because he's the only one that can somehow pull it off

Every superhero and vigilante has has a costume like that at some point, something daring or a bit ridiculous that in hindsight that they just couldn't make work for whatever reason. Nightwing? The pretty motherfucker not only made it work, he slayed in that outfit. It looks ridiculous by itself on display in the batcave but not when Nightwing puts it on

The only reason Dick doesn't know this is because all his siblings have collectively gaslit him into thinking that it's his worst costume to date.

[simonbrain]

simon who sees poor little you hiding behind a tree, watching your village get massacred by a band of vikings and decides to take you with him on his way home as a little treat :(

as hard as you try to escape, yelling at the brute to let you go, he delivers a sharp smack to your ass and props you on his shoulder more securely. "be still, woman. we're almost home." he grunts, ignoring your quiet sobs and the pounding on his back.

when he sets you down inside, you don't speak to him, still worried sick to your stomach about your family and still feeling a little embarrassed about how he smacked you earlier. you don't eat the food he puts in front of you, which only annoys him. "eat. now." he says, grabbing your face and pushing your cheeks together, holding a spoon of whatever stew he made in front of you. you scoff, shaking your face away from his grip and reluctantly taking the spoon from him. while you both eat in silence, you try to ignore his intense stare. simon doesn't say anything about how you've eaten almost your whole bowl of rabbit stew.

when it's time to go to sleep, you nervously stand in front of him, watching him climb in. he nods at you to follow, opening his arm and making space for you. you hesitantly climb in beside him, squeaking when he pulls you into his chest. despite your head screaming at you to escape while he sleeps, your heart feels a little warm and fuzzy, and you find yourself falling asleep in this strange man's embrace.

[flwrkid14]

Casual Chaos: Tim Drake’s Makeup Stream

Danny, known to the internet as Nebula, had been teasing a special stream for weeks. Fans were buzzing with excitement and theories, especially when the announcement popped up: “Doing My Boyfriend’s Makeup!” Naturally, the chat erupted into chaos. Danny was pretty private about his love life, so this reveal had the fandom on edge.

When the stream finally went live, Danny greeted his audience with his usual laid-back grin. “Okay, today’s the day. Let’s see if I’m any good at this,” he said, spinning a makeup brush between his fingers. “But first, let me introduce you to my boyfriend.”

The camera panned, and there he was—Tim Drake, sitting there as if this was the most normal thing in the world. No big introduction, no fanfare. Just Tim, giving a small, nonchalant wave.

“WAIT. IS THAT TIM DRAKE???”

“Like… THE Tim Drake??”

“No way he’s dating Nebula, what is happening???”

Danny, fully aware of the chaos brewing in the comments, didn’t even acknowledge it. He just turned to Tim. “Ready for your makeover, babe?”

Tim shrugged, totally calm. “Let’s do it.”

As Danny started applying makeup, the chat kept freaking out, but the two of them acted like it was just another Saturday. In Gotham, though, it was a different story. The Bat's group chat was blowing up:

Dick: “TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

Jason: “How does a nerd like you land Nebula of all people???”

Steph: “I AM CRYING. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!!”

Damian: “This is unacceptable. Drake, I demand an explanation.”

Bruce: [Typing…]

But Tim? Unfazed. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone and sat still as Danny carefully lined his eyes and added a touch of mascara, keeping up casual chatter with the stream.

“You know,” Danny said, holding up a shade of lipstick, “Tim’s got this effortless model thing going on. I’m just enhancing what’s already there.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I didn’t exactly sign up to be your runway star.”

“Wait… he’s actually REALLY pretty??”

“Tim Drake is hot, confirmed.”

“LOOK AT HIS CHEEKBONES OMG.”

As Danny finished the look, adding some extra blush and a light gloss, the reaction was immediate. The chat was losing it. Tim glanced at himself in the mirror, barely reacting. “Well… I don’t hate it.”

Danny leaned back, admiring his work. “Not bad, right?”

Meanwhile, back in Gotham, the bats were still going wild.

Steph: “Tim, you better show up to every gala looking like this from now on.”

Jason: “You’ve been holding out on us with this face, man.”

Dick: “This is ICONIC.”

Bruce: “We’ll need to discuss this later.”

Tim finally glanced at his phone and snorted at all the messages. “They’re never going to let this go, are they?”

Danny just grinned at the camera. “Probably not. So… next time, you'll do my makeup, right?”

The chat, of course, exploded all over again.

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[jameszmaguire]

I think it would be better for everyone if I were to be left alone in the future. Don't you?

[whichcouldmeanothing]

Just a really powerfully good person.

Dimension 20: Misfits And Magic 2x09 "The Magic of Creation"

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[lurukifennecfox]

Paulina was walking home from her little self-care date~ when she noticed a familiar figure, she slowed, double checked to make sure it wasn't some random civilian, grinned and-

threw her knife!

Wes caught it, because of course he did cautious bastard. And yes she realises this now that fighting on the street was not the smartest move but it was a long time since she saw her friends from Amity and they got along fairly well with Weston.

So they had a good time, she managed to nip him on the cheek with her knife (after taking it back) he left her with a new bruise (it will be gone by tomorrow noon) and then they were both taken in by the police...

And now she has to explain why she did what she did to the GCPD and Ancients help probably Batman as soon as she gets back to her apartment. Who could've guessed that having a friendly brawl would be so taboo in Gotham? (who is she kidding of course it's suspicious it looked like they were trying to kill each other to any normal person!)

and she's not sure how much she should say!

[carlyraejepsans]

sans undertale would not make i fucked your wife jokes. people want to make jokes about sans fucking asgore's wife but sans the character would NOT do that r you kidding me. you can cut the secondhand embarrassment with a knife every time they're in the same room together, sans likes the guy, i bet he feels genuinely kinda bad for asgore. he'd be like sorry about the dating your ex wife thing. to be fair she's a really cool ex wife. and asgore would be like (rescue shelter dog sigh) She is.