#death of the original idea

[sygneth]

"The Fall of the Starmaker"

[intricate-melody]

Oh my god this fucking drives me BONKERS

I'm literally considering writing my thesis on published fanfiction. There's so much of it!! Especially if you prescribe to the thought of there being "no original idea" since pretty much everything these days is inspired by or written in line with works that already exist!

Examples of Fanfiction in popular media:

The musical Rent is based off the opera La Bohème by Giacomo Puccini written back in the 1890's

Gone girl by Gillian Flynn is inspired by real people!! It was written after that super popular trial about Scott and Laci Petterson and the shit storm that went on during it.

Literally anything that involves any kind of Greek/Roman/Norse/etc God's in a story setting IS FANFICTION!!! There's a preconceived idea of who/what they are and we write little stories about that that don't connect or add to their lore!! It's ~~fanfiction~~.

And if we want more on the nose fanfiction publications:

The Love Hypothesis by Ally Hazelwood was literally originally Star Wars fanfiction.

After by Anna Todd, you know, the one that has a shit ton of sequels and movies, was originally One Direction fanfiction straight from WATTPAD.

Fifty Shades of Grey was originally Twilight fanfiction.

And some more that I think are also super on the nose but don't take the form of internet ships:

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith. It's literally an AU, they just took the original work and said "what if we add Zombies?"

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett is also literally an Armageddon AU. They're writing fanfiction about the original fanfiction.

Also Nick by Michael Farris Smith is Great Gatsby fanfiction. It's literally another author making a head cannon of what Nick's life was like before the books. It's fanfiction.

All of this to say:

Published fanfiction is not new and I'm sure if any one of us took a proper deep dive we would find published fanfiction not just in our modern age but also hundreds of years ago.

Anyway,

Peace ✌

Lady in fic group: fanfic is nowhere NEAR the same thing as published works, there are NO published fanfics because published work is entirely original without connections to other works, so stop pretending they have the same value!

Me: there are actually published fanfics so sometimes they are the same thing, and they do have the same value, see?

Lady, clearly not having actually looked at what I shared: sweetie, a random screenshot of INSTA??? That proves NOTHING, there are NO authors writing published fanfics, they aren't anywhere near the same level

The screenshot:

[accirax]

Come back for the first installment of Blind Date or Die tomorrow!💕

[stars-obsession-pit]

During that early period of Gotham’s time as No Man’s Land where Batman was nowhere to be found, many hoped desperately for his return. For most, it was the normal sort of desperation engendered in everyone trapped in the collapsing city.

But for others, that desperation went much deeper. First into superstition, then gradually growing into a zealous, cult-like fervor.

Maybe if they sacrificed something valuable enough, their shadowy protector would return and save them.

And as for what that sacrifice would be, it was obvious.

For even in No Man’s Land, what is more valuable than a human life?

That Batman is just the human Bruce Wayne is immaterial. To the Infinite Realms, belief and reality are oft interchangable

And that much faith, funneled through a sacrificed soul, was more than enough to bear fruit.

Unseen by anyone down below, the Spirit of the Bat coalesced from the shadows of Gotham to begin their ceaseless hunt.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Suspirium - Thom York

[neptunym]

ULTRATOBER // Part 1 - Day 2: Favourite soundtrack

Its only desire: to see the sky for one last time.

(alt version under the cut)

[gideonpyrrha]

SO WHERE IS GIDEONS SOUL? a harebrained slipshod investigation

if kiriona is truly gideon all parts attached, what i seriously cant wrap my head around is how enough of gideon’s soul managed to peel itself away from harrow’s body enough to return as a complete revenant. palamedes calls it impossible and i dont think hes wrong. like her soul should not have been able to separate

obviously harrow managed to halt the lyctoral process, but i think a fraction of gideon’s soul was consumed before she managed to stop it (which is why she’s only half a lyctor, as opposed to not a lyctor at all). i like the idea of a gideon corruption arc as much as the next guy (its sexy) and i think its definitely part of what gave birth to kiriona, but i like to think theres more to it. but if theres still a part of gideon’s soul left in harrow’s body, its not anywhere we’ve been privy to thus far. so where is the rest of gideon’s soul?

i cant help but think of that one reddit ama where tamsyn mentions that theres a heist in atn… and think theyre gonna be heisting for gideon’s soul orpheus and eurydice style. the time ianthe asks harrow to “turn around” in htn is an obvious reference that i like to believe the narrative will make good on

also descent into hell is definitely a theme for alecto. i recall reading this in a reddit post, but does anyone remember the snippet tamsyn read at torcon

aside from the fact that its called “harrow in hell”, its also an adapted/referential quote to alighieri’s divine comedy (the opening line to dante’s inferno specifically)

i also want to posit something similar. lyctoral souls are intertwined indelibly (see john in gtn’s epilogue)

so it goes to reason that if a part of gideon’s soul is in harrow, then a part of harrow’s soul is in kiriona. more specifically, i think a part of harrow’s soul is in kiriona’s stoma, or something representational of it in the river somehow. in dante’s inferno, dante starts at the very bottom layer of hell and ascends upwards to heaven. similarly, we know that stoma can be found in the barathron, the very bottom layer of the river. the parallels are simply too delicious to ignore..

finally, i turn your attention to this:

and

sorry for the extremely lazy surface research but i got what i needed. harrow has been destined to save a soul (or multiple) from the very beginning. im tellin you…. the truth is out there

tldr: harrowhark is going to hell

[yamcat]

homecoming

勇尾 made for my dearest @saltedpin a little bit ago

[records-of-a-slacker]

Earth 2 KRS dies (?) AU

Thinking of an AU where in Earth 2, instead of Kim Roksoo being the only survivor after the unranked monster attack, everyone else except him does. I'm pretty sure a bunch of people already came up with this somewhere but it's so. tragic. so i'm gonna ramble about it as one does.

He saw the records. His world may be better off than the other earth he saw in Cale's memories, but that doesn't mean they're invincible. he pictures that record over and over again, memorizing the movements of the monster and the exact moment his team members were struck and how he could prevent it. He prepared every possible measure, from the best ability users that could go at the forefront, any kind of special material they could use in order to defend against the monster's special features, scheduled evacuations, everything. Everyone believes him, of course, because he's the prophet that could tell the future. ("I have faith!")

But then on the fated day, something goes wrong. One thing that was off the mark. Just one strike that started too soon, the timing of an attack that was off, anything. But now the monster, as a last ditch strike before it dies, was about to hit Choi Jungsoo like in his record, and he's not about to let that happen. He lifts his metal shield and takes the hit.

He thinks, no, he's pretty sure he's going to die. The gash was deep, and he can hear the horrified yelling from around him. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo were holding onto him tightly and he was about to blackout when something weird happens, but it was too late for him to tell.

Miraculously, he woke up.

...Inside of an unfamiliar room.

"He just popped out of nowhere! From the sky!" Was that a 5 year old??

"Shh, we shouldn't be too loud, he's asleep, so we might disrupt him." A voice that sounded... kind of Korean? A 17-year-old kid? Who's house was this-

He winced as he got up , realizing the bandages he was wrapped in. The two figures tense up and whip their head around, the human of the two hopping to his fee- is that dragon!?

"You!" the little 5-year old dragon exclaimed as Kim Roksoo immediately sat up and moved back against the wall, cautious. "You're the weird human who looks like Choi Han that fell from the sky! Who are you?"

He blinked. What the- "Choi Han...?"

He raised his brow. "Are you Korean?" he seemed concerned. "Did you also suddenly get dropped here?"

"What-" Kim Roksoo froze. Hasn't he... seen this little black dragon somewhere before?

"Well, listen up, weird human. We saved you, so it's time to pay for your meals!" he puffed his chest as he flew closer to him, with Choi Han hovering behind him in slight concern. "I am the great and might 4-year-old dragon, Dodam Miru!"

Kim Roksoo was suddenly overcome with the urge to cuss out a certain god.

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In another world, Choi Jungsoo and Lee Soohyuk are out for blood and are trying every possible demon-summoning method in the book and cussing at the sky until GoD appears so Choi Jungsoo can beat him with a broomstick and Lee Soohyuk can scam him into a deal that sends them to Nameless 2 immediately. Because by god if they leave him unsupervised for a day he will start world war or sacrifice himself to the nearest cause in no time flat

(yes, Alberu who met chaotic servant Cale is also here. The timeline configuration will be dealt with later)

[diamond-rozie]

the case of the serial killer

3476 words (that was not suppose to happen lol - please send help)

ao3

Dick sat in front of his desk, eyes glazing over the same two lines for the nth time. He let out a tired sigh, and massaged his temples as he leaned back in his chair. 

The Bludhaven Police Department had been investigating the recent serial killings for the past month and a half, with Dick heading the case. Not that it was anything too out of left feild for Dick, he handled plenty of cases like this during his long run as Robin and even in his more recent years as Nightwing. Finding the clues, and piecing together the perfect picture came second nature to him at this point. 

The issue Dick was dealing with right now in fact had nothing to do with the case, instead it was something -or someone else. That someone, Danny No-Last-Name-For-You-Officer. 

The first time Dick had run into him he was doing his rounds when he caught some kids getting into a fight. Naturally he stopped in and the kids that had been trying to start a fight ran away at the sight of his uniform and car. Danny had been a little roughed up by then, but mostly unharmed. 

“Are you okay, kid?” Dick asked, kneeling to meet the kid eye-to-eye. 

Danny had looked at him with a defiance he wasn’t used to seeing in someone that wasn’t a cape, “I didn’t do anything.” He said instead of responding, pulling himself up to his feet. 

“Okay,” Dick nodded calmly, not wanting to frighten the kid. He stood up slowly, with his hands in view, “Are you hurt? I could patch you up, real quick, make sure nothing gets infected.” Danny wore ratty clothes, they had been nice once upon a time, but their time had long passed. 

Danny eyed him suspiciously, “No, I’m fine.” He said more calmly now. Roughly around the age of 15 to 17. Older than Damian, but younger than Tim.

Taking his chance, “You got a name kid?” 

“Danny.” 

“No last name?” Dick asked with a knowing smirk, letting himself appear more playful. 

“Not for you.” Danny gave him a mischievous smirk. Dick could tell the kid could clean up nice, but circumstances seemed unfortunate. 

Dick laughed at his response, to let him know that he wasn’t in any hot water. Danny watched him, waiting for his next move. “You hungry, Danny?” Dick asked casually, trying not to stare at the way the hoodie he was wearing sagged on his shoulders. 

“I’m a growing boy, I’m always hungry.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Dick laughed again, more genuine this time. 

“Alright, my treat. Let’s go.” Dick said, gesturing as he led the boy to his car. 

“What?” He asked, surprised, Dick turned around to look at him when he didn’t follow. “Why?”

“You’re a growing boy.” Dick echoed. Danny snorted, but followed after him nonetheless. Dick put on the GPS on his phone, even though he knew the way as Danny sat in the passenger seat. 

They spent the next hour together, falling into a steady rhythm of conversation and joking. After their first meeting, Danny and Dick ran into each other more. The grocery store, playground, library, school, so on. For the first 2 weeks it had been coincidental, but slowly Dick found himself looking forward to their random meetings, happy to see that the kid was doing alright. 

That had been until the first murder had happened. 

It had been raining, colder than the weather usually was around this time of year, the streets mostly empty. Dick had been doing his usual rounds on patrol, wondering how Danny was doing like he always did. 

The world has a strange way of giving you what you want. 

As Dick turned around the corner, he slammed his brakes hard at the figure who had been standing in the middle of the road. Dick got out of his car, leaving it on the side of the road when the person didn’t move. As he got closer dread filled Dick’s gutt as he made out the figure to be a cold, drenched Danny clenching his chest. 

“Danny!” Dick called, rushing over to the boy. As Dick got closer he noticed the boy looked pale and his lips were turning blue. 

“Dick.” Danny said hollowly, his voice barely audible over the loud rain. Danny turned to look at him with a shaken and horrified expression. 

Dick held his shoulder firmly, leading him to the car and out of the rain. Danny allowed it without protest, which only caused Dick to worry more. “What happened?” He asked once the boy had huddled himself under the blanket Dick kept in his car (he had gotten it after the second time he met Danny during patrol, the boy always seemed cold). 

Danny turned to him, “He’s dead.” He answered morbidly.

“Who?” Dick asked concerned, he didn’t think the boy had a father or brother present, at least not one that he had mentioned. 

“I dunno. Just some guy.” No one he knew then. 

“Danny, buddy. Can you explain what you saw.” Dick tried again. 

Danny took a shaky breath, “I was just heading home, y’know, from the library. And I heard a scream, so I went to go check it out. And it was a guy just laying there in a pool of blood.” Danny looked down at his own hands, his fingers stained in red. 

“Can you tell me where?” 

“Around the corner, across from Susan’s.” Danny said quietly. He must have been really shaken up seeing it, it wasn’t exactly normal to see a bloodied body during your regularly scheduled activities. 

Dick could go there later as Nightwing to investigate, but right now he had bigger things to deal with. “Alright, put your seatbelt on.” Dick said, putting the car in drive. Danny, not fully there, quietly did as Dick asked. At the next redlight, Dick called the Chief and let her know about the potential murder case and that he would be calling off for the night. He’d probably have to bring Danny in for his testimony, but that was later. 

As the light turned green Dick looked over at his passenger again to find Danny already fast asleep, heater blaring in his face. Dick smiled softly at the sight as he drove them to his apartment. 

After Dick parked his car he hesitated for a moment before deciding to wake Danny up so he could shower and maybe eat something. He could borrow some of Tim’s clothes. 

“Hm.” Danny blinked barely at Dick, “We're are we?” He asked looking around at the parking garage. 

“My place. C’mon lets get you cleaned up.”  Dick unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. 

Danny blinked at him in surprise, “What? Why are we at your place?” 

“Well considering I don’t know where you live, I had to take you somewhere.” Dick shrugged casually, letting the kid think Dick didn’t know he was homeless was better than him thinking Dick was pitying him. Danny would not appreciate pity. 

Danny didn’t retort, a true sign of how weary he was.

Dick made a quick dinner. You can’t go wrong with pasta and air fried chicken. While the food finished cooking Dick busied himself in random mundane activities, not wantong Danny to find him looking over a case when he got out of the shower. Dick pulled out an old cookbook he’d gotten for his highschool graduation, a gag gift from Wally, when something between the pages fell out. 

Picking it up Dick saw an old photo, one of him standing between his parents proudly after one of their performances. Sometimes Dick would feel a deep sadness when he looked at pictures of his parents and realized he had forgotten their faces, their mannerisms and their laughs. But this time, when Dick looked at the picture and saw his dad smiling at the camera next to his mom, he remembered Danny. It was strange how Danny had the same cowlick as his mom, same nose arch as his dad, a jawline that looked like his almost, before his larger muscle definition came into play. At the time that line of thought had been disturbed by Danny walking back into the living room and stubbing his tie on the foot of Dick’s sofa. 

After that Dick had made sure they had each other’s numbers. He called Danny anytime the weather was bad, or it was cold, or there was too much food at his house or whatever random reason he could come up with. 

After about a week of Dick calling Danny over, Danny came over on his own one night. 

Dick was dressed in his Nightwing suit about to head out for the night when he heard the front door rattling. Realizing someone was trying to break into his apartment and knowing that it wasn’t his siblings (they would’ve used the window) Dick quickly threw his domino under his blanket and threw on the first pair of sweats he could find, just in time for the door to open. Slipping a small pocket knife into his hands, Dick positioned himself to get a good view of the living room where the trespasser still was. 

Getting ready to get the jump on the trespasser Dick happened to get a good look at and noticed the familiar mop of black hair, and overfilled school bag by the door. Coming into view, letting his hands relax by his side, “Danny?” he breathed confused and relieved. 

“‘Sup.” He nodded casually before noticing Dick’s appearance. “Your pants are backwards.” He commented candidly. Dick could feel himself flush in embarrassment, but that seemed to send the wrong impression on Danny, The younger boy leaned in to whisper to him, “You got a special friend over?” He raised an intrigued brow at Dick. 

“What?” Dick spluttered “No.” 

“Sad.” Danny shook his head in disappointment, making his way to the dining table and plopped his stuff on a chair and pulled out a few well-used notebooks. “The library closed early today, so I thought why not break into the local cop's place. I got a paper due tomorrow.” He explained half serious, half joking. “You don’t have to worry about me if you were about to head out somewhere.” How had he known? 

“Uh, yeah I was just going-” Think, Dick. “-Get groceries.” Dick internally winced at the suspicious brow Danny gave him. 

“At 10:30 PM?” 

“Yes.” All that Bat training, and for what? 

Danny blinked, “Cool.” he said dismissively, turning back to his homework. 

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth Dick left his apartment stuffing his weapons into an old travel bag he had on hand and changing in the empty elevator. 

When he got home from his patrol (earlier than he normally would’ve) remembering to buy the aforementioned groceries for some semblance of a cover story he found Danny fast asleep over scattered papers on the dining table. Putting away the perishables, Dick picked Danny up (who snuggled into his chest at the contact - yes, Dick was definitely completely okay after that) and laid him on the spare bed he kept on hand for his siblings. 

The next few times Danny snuck into his house (Dick had offered him a key, but Danny had refused) things had gone similarly if not slightly more smoothly until the completely predictable and unavoidable happened. 

Dick was halfway through his usual route as Nightwing, stopping a few muggings, and investigating the serial killer case some more. There were almost 9 different murders at this point with seemingly no similarities between the victims, other than the method of death. After going through the most recent crime scene Dick’s heard his phone go off. It surprised him slightly since he usually keeps it on silent, but he was alone so no harm no foul. 

It was a message from Danny, it was probably a meme or funny video he had found. Dick could use a pick me up after another crime scene bust so he opened it. The message was not what he had been expecting. 

Danno: sos?  Danno: im at ur place

Fearing the worst, Dick dialed his number. Danny hung up before the first ring, which did nothing for his nerves. Rushing in the direction of his apartment, not even bothering to do anything about the costume he was wearing, the worst scenarios rushed through Dick’s mind. 

When his apartment was in view the first thing Dick noticed was the open window that he most certainly had not left open. Quietly slipping onto the fire escape Dick peered through to see the scene. The only light that was still on was the living room light, likely where Danny was, but Dick easily noticed the hulking figure in the kitchen. He was easily too tall, and too muscular to be Danny. The figure moved slightly and the shape of a gun could be seen in his hands. 

Not wasting any time, Dick expertly slipped through the open window and tackled the figure to the floor, arm held at his back and escrima stick at his assailant's neck. 

“What the fuck-” The figure said startled at Dick’s unexpected attack, 

Now with a better view Dick was able to see the familiar red helmet and leather jacket the assailant wore, “Jason?” Dick asked, surprised. 

“I thought we were past this. Y’know let bygones be bygones, or whatever.” Jason joked easily, wiggling his way out Dick’s slacking grip. 

The situation finally unfolded in front of Dick. Danny had been in his apartment and Jason as Red Hood had also come to his apartment. Danny thought someone had broken in, and Jason also thought someone had broken in. Was Jason about to shoot Danny? Where was Danny? 

Quickly getting up, and ignoring Jason’s earlier remark he walked through the kitchen and into the living room, “Danny?” He called, not wanting to scare the kid. 

Jason gave him a confused look, but came to an understanding on his own when the familiar teenager peeped out from behind the couch holding a knife in his hands. His expression only became more shocked after he saw Dick, and it took Dick a second too long to remember that he was still wearing his Nightwing costume. 

“Aw shit.” 

Danny blinked at him, regaining his composure and pointing the knife at Jason, “Friend of yours?” 

After all the explanations had been explained they all sat around the couch, a stack of empty pizza boxes between them. 

“You saw me with a gun and you decided you could take me with a knife?” Jason scoffed at Danny, helmet left forgotten under the table. 

“I could take you without the knife.” Danny rolled his eyes, taking the last slice of pizza. 

“Big talk.” Jason puffed out his chest in some strange show of alpha male behavior. 

“Are you askin’ for a fight?” Danny challenged. 

Fearing the direction the conversation was taking Dick stepped in “Alright, you’re both pretty. Let’s break it up.” 

That had just been last week. 

Two days ago Dick had gotten a call from Danny. Danny usually didn’t call, preferring to text, but would usually answer when Dick called, 

“Hey, Dickface.” Danny greeted snottily. Dick noticed he was out of breath. 

“Hey, Danny. What’s up?” 

“You got the night shift today?” Night Shift was what Danny had taken to calling his vigilant duties. There was a lot of movement on Danny’s end of the phone, but Danny was always moving around so Dick hadn’t thought it was weird. 

“Yup. Whatcha’ up to?” Dick asked curiously, cleaning up his mess from dinner, leaving Danny’s portion in the fridge for later. The fridge was more stocked than it had been since Dick had moved in, he had purposely bought food that Danny would like, and the boy had finally begun filling out his skeleton. 

“Oh y’know, cardio. Getting those steps in.” He let out a winded chuckle, “When you get the chance, check out the warehouse on 12th street later tonight. The one with the cracked pavement outside.” 

“You got a lead?” Dick asked surprised, “From where?” He was suspicious, just curious. 

“A friend of mine told me. Thought you should know.” There was a thud in the background, like something hit metal. 

“You okay?” Dick asked concerned. 

“Yeah, it was a cat.” He said easily, Danny let out a hiss of annoyance, “Gotta go, Later.” He hung up before Dick could say anything else. 

Dick let out a tired sigh. The kid had grown on him like fungus. Though not entirely unappreciated, Dick was not ready to hear his siblings' inevitable comments on how he took after Bruce. Didn’t help that Danny happened to fit the profile. 

The warehouse had given them a few clues, but they still weren’t any closer to finding the serial killer. 

Danny hadn’t come by the apartment after that phone call. Or responded to any of Dick’s texts. 

This morning when he was getting dressed he got a call from the precinct. It was still 30 minutes before his shift. 

“Grayson, this is Officer Gomez, the Chief wants you in as earliest as you can get here,” Officer Gomez spoke urgently. 

“I can be there in 15.” He reported, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys. 

“Alright.” Gomez hung up. 

As soon as he got in the doors the Chief was waiting for him by the entrance. “Took your sweet time, huh Grayson.” she chided. 

“Dunno what you mean, Chief. I’m 15 minutes early.” He gave her a charming smile, and the Chief rolled her eyes. 

“There’s been a development in your case.” The Chief started as they walked together, Dick nodded at her in acknowledgement. But the Chief hesitated, before speaking again. That was unlike her. “There was another murder victim found, in the east district. Our night crew got an alert.” 

Most of the victims had been in the west district, based on the location south may have been a more appropriate transition. It could be a coincidence or it meant the killer had a personal vendetta against these people, or maybe just the victim from the east district. It felt like all the pieces Dick had managed to put together were falling apart again. 

“Our latest victim was a male, caucasian potential of mixed descent, age estimated around 15 to 17,” that was younger than the other had been, “black hair, blue eyes, roughly 5’ 5”.” The chief turned to look at him now, “goes to Westwood High School, prefers juice to soft drinks, always feels cold to touch,” 

Dick looked at Chief in confusion, these were incredibly specific descriptions, and they sounded awfully familiar. 

She continued, “He lets his hot chocolate get cold before he drinks it,” Danny had done that once when Dick had brought him in for his testimony. “And he plucks the marshmallows out of it with a fork, and called it a snowman.” 

No.

“You keep extra snacks for him in the glove box of your car even though it’s against protocol,” 

No,

Dick hands were clammy when he pulled out his phone from his pocket. Personal use of devices was strictly against the rules. Chief said nothing. Dick found Danny’s contact easily in his recents tab. He held it up to his ear waiting for the kid on the other side to answer with his usual “What can I do ya’ for officer.” or some iteration of the classic “Hey, Dickface.” 

It went to voicemail. 

Danny always answered his phone, and when he didn’t he would text Dick a reason within the next five minutes. So he waited. 

It had been 10 minutes already. Why wasn’t he responding? 

Dick called him again. Voicemail. 

Nononono. Not again. 

How was it that Dick was always too slow. 

Too slow to save his parents. 

Too slow to get to Jason in time. 

And now too slow to solve this case.  

Dick Grayson was a failure in every way that mattered. 

He looked at the familiar body ready to be put into an ice chamber for further examination in the morgue. 

“Go home for the day, Grayson.” 

Go home and do what? 

Danny’s notes were still sprawled over the coffee table. He said he had a test next week. Danny’s food was still in the fridge. His bed was still a mess, and his clothes were on the floor. 

“Give me the case files. I’ll look over them again.” He didn’t recognize his voice when he spoke, he wasn’t even sure it was his. Chief didn’t argue, handing over the files. 

The day had gone by and Dick was still stuck in front of his double monitor desk, pictures and words blurring together in nonsensical smudges on the screen. 

“Grayson.” Chief called him. Dick looked up, catching a glimpse of the dark night sky from the glass doors. How long had he been here? 

“Yeah?” He responded dryly. 

“Head home.” 

Dick wasn’t sure when he had gotten to the front of his apartment, only realizing he had when the keys jiggled loudly missing the keyhole on the door. 

When he got inside he found Jason sitting casually on the couch, reading a book. “Oh Honey, you’re home.” He joked. 

Dick couldn’t find it in himself to laugh. 

Danny’s papers flew from the wind of the open window. Dick closed it. When he didn’t pick up the papers, Jason bent down to do it. “Anyways, where’s the kid? Didn’t you want me to help him with his homework or someshit. I need to beat it into his head that I’m better at him.” Jason said the last part loudly, letting it echo through the house in case Danny was hiding in its crevices. 

Dick turned to him, Jason looked back at him for a long moment before the mischievous look slipped from his eyes. “Dick, where’s the kid?” 

There was a deafening silence in the apartment. 

“He’s dead.” The table under Jason’s hands let out a loud crunch, as his face darkened. 

Before Jason could breathe an air of the threat of murder that was definitely ready to roll from his tongue, there was a quiet clatter in the kitchen. 

“Who’s dead?” Danny asked, appearing in the living room with a large bowl of cereal he was shoveling into his mouth.

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[captainhysunstuff]

@lawlightweek2024 Day 2: Soul mates (sort of)!

L runs into a newly brandished Detective Light Yagami at a park, and the two easily reconnect~.

This wasn't my original plan for this prompt, but I still wanted to get across that these dudes just kind of... belong together, y'know?

[ria-starstruck]

and also "putting everyone in a simulation will make it all ok 👍" and also "let's park next to this random system's sun" and also "we can't live on our own planet because of our own folly" and so on

[soullessseraphim]

Soooooo Liam's masquerade outfit because………… Because.

The fool

[vaguely-concerned]

the relationship between the chantry and the mortalitasi in nevarra is SO fucking funny. the carefully politic and civil syncretism of it all. the ‘I’ll refrain from scratching your back to bloody shreds if you refrain from scratching mine :)’. left hand politely averting its eyes from whatever the fuck the right hand is doing merrily up to its elbow in entrails because it usually knows what it’s doing I guess. speak softly, and have an army of the restless dead ready to go banapants horrorshow bonkers if you don’t get to tend to them. We Receive: being able to keep doing our goth thing mostly unimpeded. You receive: us not raising the great majority to protest your unwelcome meddling. render unto the chantry what is the chantry's and unto the watchers what is theirs (or, with all possible courtesy you understand, else…)

[riversaremeanttobefollowed]

We all know that the reason why Bruce Wayne isn't religiously Jewish is because dc are cowards, but also because many of the community itself is cowards. I personally believe it comes from a lack of knowledge about what it even means to be religious because most of the community is Christian or culturally Christian. So as someone that would probably be considered not religious by Christians, but Religious by most other Jewish people, I think that Bruce Wayne fits in this section of being Jewish.

Bruce can't go to the Synagogue often because of the whole being Batman stuff, but he still goes on the high holidays when he can. He celebrates with the Kane family as well! And Kate would obviously understand if he couldn't come because she's Batwoman! Give me a Bruce Wayne says Yiddish curses. Give me a Batman that has a bunch of Chanukkiot that are just so pretty because they are rich and definitely have a ton. Give me Batfamily shabbat dinners when they are able to. Rest days on Saturday for the Jewish members when they are more members in the Batfam to make it work (and it being a mitzvah when he does have to be Batman on Shabbat because its a mitzvah to save a life). Give me Mezuzot on every entryway. Give me a Bruce Wayne who inherited his mother's seder plates and actually uses them. Give me a Bruce Wayne that says stuff like kein ayin hara before giving good news! Give me a confused Dick Grayson when Bruce insults him (its actually a compliment, but to ward against the evil eye you will say the opposite of what you mean) and then Bruce having to explain after he realizes that Dick has no idea why he just insulted him. Give me a Batman that follows Jewish values (more than he canonically does)

Just because someone ins't actively involved within a wider community of that Religion doesn't mean they aren't Religious! Or at least don't give me a culturally Jewish Bruce Wayne that doesn't do any of this. Thats just you stripping away all the Jewish parts of him.

Bruce Wayne is Jewish and you can't just ignore that

[vodoriga-art]

OC-tober: 2 - New OC ✦ Saint Durge of the Tadpoled Skull

I haven't picked a name for him yet but he's out there in Baldur's Gate being a death cleric, darking his urge and such 🩸💀🩸