#but iTS KINDA GOOD TO BE BACK

[7roaches]

sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[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."

[bluerosefox]

Masks and Moonlit Night

-Crashes through DPxDC window and sticks a new AU sticky note down on everyones foreheads-

ANGER MANAGEMENT MASQUERADE BALL AU!

Jazz is forced by her parents to go to all Masquerade ball at Vlad's, whose using Jazz as both a way to keep Danny in line (as well as Jazz, basically Danny can't fight back or he'll hurt Jazz and Jazz can't fight back because he'll also hurt Danny who he has locked up at the moment) and to 'impress' the elites (As much as Vlad wants to use Danny for the party he knows the boy would do something to embarrass him in front of them, he at least knows Jazz will keep her manners in check) with how intelligent his goddaughter is.

During the ball, Jazz (in a stunning dress and mask, think like manhwa worthy outfit tbh if you want) meets Jason (who lost the Bats/Birds most recent 'Not it' game and was made to go with Tim to Vlad's party) and both hit it off when they meet in the garden, under moonlight, both wanting some fresh air.

Jazz wants to enjoy her time with Jason but worries about Danny and thus tries to leave and figure a way to help him without tipping Vlad off she was trying to save her brother. However she notices she's being watched by some ghosts Vlad employed and no doubt would report her should she even try. So she kinda uses Jason as way to keep them being unaware of her planning... or at least that was the case until she noticed another Team Phantom member sneaking into Vlad's place and knows its only a matter of time before her brother is freed.

Within the hour she gets a text from Danny who tells her, he's out and gonna fight Vlad for locking him up, that Dani is with him too so it'll be double beat down and that he'll come get her soon.

She is pulled away from the text when Jason asks what books she likes to read and now with the weight of her brother needing to be safe, or as safe as he could be, is lifted off her shoulder she answers.

Its magical, its wonderful, and for a moment Jazz is able to actually enjoy this party, ignoring the pained hits Vlad was no doubt receiving from what she can hear with her liminal enchanced hearing, because talking to Jason, or J as he introduced himself as, was very fun and wonderful and wow he was very handsome even with his mask and-

Jazz is startled out of her wondering thoughts when she could hear someone in the party scream, no doubt Danny, Dani, and Vlad's fight probably bleed into the main hall and she could see people starting to run out.

Jazz sits on the bench as Jason goes running in, no doubt curious as to what is happening and going to get his 'brother' Tim who he came to the party with out. Jazz takes off her mask and sits it down the bench and waits before Dani appears and says they should get going, Danny is keeping an angry Vlad busy and that she can take Jazz home.

By the time Jason comes back, with a researching on his phone Tim, all he finds of the charming woman he met at the dumb ball he got dragged to was her mask on the bench.

[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack

[puppyeared]

id fumble him so bad

[usertoxicyaoi]

"We were apart for just a short time. People can be so greedy."

TAKARA NO VIDRO (2024). SPINOFF EPISODE.

[obsob]

big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)

[toytulini]

listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.

yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?

maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".

get a better joke

[bacchuschucklefuck]

and! barbarian!fig! its her

[balis77]

Shoutout to Magic for taking "Watson equivalent who was a former assassin of some kind" and ascending it to "Watson equivalent who is still an active assassin, not even on the side, like being a detective's assistant is their side job"

Proft: "He's covered his tracks well. He's definitely our culprit, but with all the physical evidence destroyed we'll never be able to prove it to the courts." Etrata: "...So like, does that mean I'm fine to... you know..." Proft: *sighs* "...Just please tell me you're being paid by someone else to do it." Etrata: "Oh they gave me the contract like halfway through the investigation. I was just waiting to see if we could get him in custody first."

[artbyfuji]

crazy way to find out 🤯

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple of Scribbles for the darling lad

[midnightclover]

Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)

[sigsfigs]

never thought i would be without you

i wish you love

i wish you well

i wish you roses

while you can still smell them

[senmiyaazx]

Hiya:3 Can you please write yandere rivalry with Crowe and Sol? Like, they're both yanderes and are pining over g/n reader. Feel free to ignore if you don't take requests anymore or you don't feel comfortable writing this!! Hope you have a nice day/night :>

Crowe x GN Reader x Sol

warnings: yandere themes, wrote this at 1am spontaneously so expect some mistakes, might be a lil ooc

a/n: thank you for the request !!! i tried my best to give these two equal attention, because i wanted to emphasize how you're a closer friend to Crowe than Sol, but i struggled to execute it ;; hope you enjoy this nonetheless ! i love this request cause if anyone noticed i did put hints of a yandere crowe vs sol in my other fics

You've always been a dear to Sol, even if you didn't know it yet

Watching you through the hallways as you rummaged through your locker, book in hand while trying your best to move through the crowded hallway. Stalking you in the streets at night to ensure you'd get home safely. He's always there for you even before you officially met him in the library.

He's always there. And so is that annoying pest named 'Crowe.'

Jericho Crowe Ichabod, that sickening man they call a 'prince.' Gentle and kind as they say. Charming as he'll ever be with that smile of his. Sol may sound petty, but he knows that bastard is hiding something beneath that demeanor of his. He's nowhere near a saint, though. But he's definitely not stupid either. He's dealt with enough people to know something's off.

Of course, he doesn't deny the fact Crowe probably does have a better heart than him, given the reputation the goody two shoes has. Especially when he's helped you out tremendously through your first year, helping you socialize and guiding you comfortably to settle in your new environment.

Right, and that pisses him off.

It should've been him. Should've been him by your side. He should've been the person you always stuck to. Not Crowe, not anyone else.

Although there's really no need for complaints now that you and Sol have gotten acquainted with each other. You talk regularly and even skipped school once with him! Risking your studies to hang out with him, isn't that evidence that you like him more than that guy?

So why do you still hang out with that rotten prince?

Now, it's not that Crowe doesn't want you to socialize with others. It's the exact opposite. Why else would he introduce you to his friend group?

He's happy that you're making friends outside of his group. Happy that you're able to handle things on your own even without him.

Although he does miss the way you used to rely on him a lot like a lost cub. He likes the idea of you being dependent on him.

That's why it's a little confusing to him when his heart aches a tiny bit when he sees you standing a little too close to that vermillion-eyed boy. Your cheeks warming up as you stuttered bashfully when Sol brushed a strand of hair behind your ear in a suspiciously flirtatious way.

All of a sudden, he wants to pull you away and hold you close to him. He doesn't know why. It felt like a primal instinct to continue to protect you and keep you by his side. He supposed it's normal. Sol does hold quite the negative reputation, after all. Crowe simply wants to express his concern for you!

So why did he start to become more competitive, stealing your attention every chance he gets so you won't be able to glance at Sol even for a second?

As much as it disappoints him, he knows he won't be able to keep you away from Sol entirely. It's already hard enough trying to do all of these as discreet as he can.

But who's to say he won't try to win your heart over while the poor boy watches?

He's aware of the sharp gaze staring daggers into his back. It sent shivers down his spine, yet he feels a weird sense of satisfaction as he felt his hand brush against your own, knowing how much it pissed the other party off. Knowing he's a step ahead of making you his.

He listens to you talk, yet you remain blissfully unaware of the eerily calm smile he held while looking behind his shoulder.

You feel a little weird.

There's something terribly wrong with Sol today. At art class, you asked him to hold your pencil while you grabbed your supplies, only to hear a snap! as you looked up from your bag.

"Sol..?" The other half of your poor graphite pencil fell to ground, earning a few quick looks from other students.

As if snapping out from a trance, Sol looked at the broken pen in his hands, then at your face, and at the pen again. "Oh. Oh, shit, sorry." He cursed. He immediately grabbed his own and gave you a spare one with a guilty, embarrassed look. "Take it. I wasn't focusing at all, sorry."

You take the pencil with a small smile. "It's fine. Are you okay, though? You look like you have a lot on your mind."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about me, pumpkin. I'll let you draw me this time. Here, I'll stay still." He tries to force a calm demeanor. His normally stoic face makes it easier, but your keen eyes notice.

You didn't want to push his boundaries, however, and continued with your portrait of him for your art project.

After all, how could he possibly tell you that he's planning every possible way to get rid of your dearest friend, Crowe?