#for a prompt thingy

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

-

“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

—

(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

[trueloveistreacherous]

@pscentral event 26: minimalism

Best part of my day, like, 10 minutes ago, I made Nat an omelette. Yeah. You love taking care of people.

[cjlouwho]

so I made this post yesterday then felt the need to turn it into a little fic. enjoy!

“Oh my God, Evan,” Tommy breathed out heavily, trying to keep himself from grinding up against Buck's thigh.

Buck's only response was a hum against Tommy's neck, licking at the spot he'd been sucking on before going in for a bite.

Tommy had gotten to Buck's place about an hour ago. They'd managed to have dinner, dessert, and clean up most of the kitchen before Buck decided they'd gone long enough without touching. Tommy was rinsing the last of the dishes when Buck pressed himself against Tommy's back, reaching under the hem of his shirt to drag his hands over Tommy's muscles.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be forgotten. Or for Tommy's shirt to be tossed onto the table on their way up the stairs. Buck had lost his pants somewhere about halfway up the staircase, and the rest of their clothes were in small piles around the room.

They had time tonight. Neither of them had work the next day so it wasn't like they needed to rush through sex to get enough sleep. There would be no alarms to set, no helicopters to fly, no horrible captain to deal with. They could stay in bed for as long as they wanted... and sleep as little as they wanted.

Which is what led to Buck currently working on giving Tommy a hickey. Tommy couldn't actually remember the last time he'd been given a proper hickey. Probably high school, or maybe at a club when he was in his twenties? He couldn't really be sure, but he knew it never felt like this did. Buck's body pressed against his, one hand running over his abs while the other wrapped around the nape of his neck. The feeling of Buck's teeth scraping against his skin, then his tongue swooping in to ease the sting. The feeling of Buck's hair between his fingers while his other hand ran up and down his back and gave his ass an occasional squeeze.

Tommy was pretty sure he was in heaven. He made a mental note to tell his dad, should he ever have to speak to him again, that he did in fact make it through those pearly gates.

One more nibble against his pulse point had Tommy moaning, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up against Buck.

Buck couldn't help but smirk. “Impatient,” he teased against Tommy's skin, kissing his way back up his jaw until he reached his lips. “I thought you were supposed to be the calm, cool, and collected one?” His lips brushed against Tommy's with every word.

Tommy shook his head, “Not with you,” he said before leaning up enough to give Buck a proper kiss. He could still taste a faint hint of tiramisu on Buck's tongue. Both of Tommy's hands traveled down to Buck's ass and he gave it a proper squeeze, eliciting a moan from him. He took the opportunity to hold tightly onto Buck and flip them over. It wasn't the first time he'd pulled that move, but it made Buck speechless every time, and Tommy loved doing that to him.

“Tom-” he huffed out, trying to find his voice as Tommy started working his way down Buck's chest. “T- Tommy,” he finally moaned. “N- Not fair.”

Tommy laughed against Buck's stomach, pressing a kiss just above his bellybutton. As he was continuing his mission to kiss over every inch of Evan's body before reaching his dick, there was a knock on the door that caused Tommy to pause.

“Ignore it,” Buck all but demanded, his legs twitching for Tommy's mouth to return to his thigh. Not one to disobey a direct order, Tommy continued.

Until the knocking started again. More persistent this time.

“Babe?” Tommy went to sit up, but Buck grabbed at his hair, keeping him in place.

“They'll leave.”

As if on cue, the knocking got louder, and faster.

Tommy sighed, sitting up and releasing himself from Buck's grip.

Buck whined at the loss. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“It could be an emergency,” Tommy said, rolling off the bed to look for his clothes. Begrudgingly, Buck got up as well.

“Hold on!” Buck yelled toward the door, he got his button up off the floor and put it on quickly, not bothering to mess with an undershirt first. As he headed downstairs he picked up his pants and ungracefully put them on. He tried buttoning his shirt, but seemed to skip a few of the buttons on his way, leaving it lopsided.

He didn't even bother trying to fix his hair.

The knocking started again just as Buck swung the door open.

“Took you long enough,” Eddie said, waltzing in with a six pack in one and hand a DVD in the other. “What the hell were you doing?”

“I, um, I was... I was working out,” Buck answered, wincing at his words. He was still in a bit of a daze, and trying very much not to think about the half naked man in his bedroom. He closed the door, then turned to Eddie who was setting his stuff down on the kitchen counter.

“What?!” Eddie exclaimed, sounding slightly offended. “You should have called me, Man. We could've worked out together.”

Which... no.

“Uh, yeah, it... it was a last minute thing. I- What are you doing here, Eddie? Were we hanging out tonight?”

Eddie shrugged. “Figured I'd just stop by. We could watch a movie, drink, I could mourn the loss of my child.”

“You haven't lost him, Eddie.” Buck crossed his arms over his chest, moving toward the kitchen. “He's just figuring stuff out.”

“Mm. Well, anyway,” he pulled out a beer and popped off the cap, taking a sip. “Movie?”

“Uh-”

Before Buck could even try to think of an excuse, Tommy was walking down the stairs. Eddie noticed him first, and Buck turned to see that while he had on his pants, he was wearing a shirt that was very much not his.

Because his shirt was still on thrown on the table.

Whoops.

While Buck and Tommy were nearly the same size, Tommy did have a broader chest. And Buck often opted for tighter fitting clothing, so the particular shirt that Tommy was wearing clung to him like a rubber glove.

And if you asked Buck, that was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

“Hey, Eddie,” Tommy greeted, combing his fingers through his hair. It was in no way helping.

“Hey, Tommy!” Eddie replied cheerfully. He moved around the counter and held up his hand for a high five. “This is great! I didn't know you were here. Were you and Buck working out together?”

Tommy gave Buck a confused glance. “Uh, yeah?”

Buck knew that Eddie could be a little slow at putting two and two together. It was a quality they both shared. But he'd get there, and Buck watched as he started putting the puzzle pieces together.

First, he noticed the shirt. Then he noticed Tommy scratch at the hickey on his neck, which the shirt he chose did nothing to hide.

Then his eyes hit the clothes on the table.

Then his mouth opened. “Oh!” He looked back and forth between them, his lips turning up into a little smirk. “Oh you were “working out” working out? Okay, I'm understanding why I wasn't invited now.” He moved to the counter to grab the DVD. “I'm gonna go. Let you two, you know, get your hip thrusts in.”

“Eddie, you don't have to go,” Tommy said. “Might need more beer, but a movie sounds fun.”

“Yeah,” Buck agreed. “It's fine.”

“No, really, I am gonna go and enjoy Marley and Me on my own,” Eddie replied, backing up toward the door.

Tommy grimaced, shaking his head. “You cannot enjoy Marley and Me on your own. That movie broke me. I had to call out of work the next day.”

“Really, guys, it's all good. Sorry for the disruption. I will just...” his voice trailed off as he pointed behind him. He opened the door and left out, leaving Tommy and Buck standing there staring at each other.

“You're gonna go bring him back, right?” Tommy asked after a beat.

Buck looked Tommy up and down, focusing on the way his sleeves gripped Tommy's arms. “I think he'll be okay.”

“Evan.”

“Ugh!” Buck pouted, heading for the door. “Fine.”

Tommy smiled, shaking his head. “I'll order more beer.”

[gt-daboss]

Hear Me Out: Reverse GT Alien Abduction.

We are the invaders. Humanity has long since fantasized about hordes of unknown, giant flying monstrosities raining down from the heavens onto our small blue orb in the lonely universe. Huddling In secret in the recesses of our homes as fellow humans are abducted to who knows where, never to be seen again. Families torn apart and for what reason? Don't they know we are people too?

only...

That's the exact role humanity plays, no- not as the victims, but as the oppressors. All throughout the galaxy known for their greed and insatiable curiosity, their ever-hungering thirst for knowledge and the unknown, trampling over any and all species that sought to slow them down.

So, when Humanity found a planet with creatures who looked nearly identical to their own, but at a fraction of the size and power...

their fate was inevitable.

hooof, i might make a part 2 at some point soon! you guys know i can't let a cruel scenario not have a happy ending xD

if anybody thinks the lighting looks weird- its supposed to imply someone opened up a door to go into this 'pet' shop and light is shining in. (metaphorical/literal ray of hope, maybe this human will be nice lol~)

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[mxmarsbars]

happy halloween from clock duo :D

[mollyyancey]

Kutaka goes mushroom hunting (1hr)

[mothgoddesss]

SKY MERMAY 2023.

W1: BUTTERFLY W2: CRAB W3: JELLYFISH W4: KRILL W5: MANTA

Last year, I hosted a Sky-themed MerMay challenge on Instagram! I designed these characters as my own entries for it, but due to interest/energy issues (worsened by Dopamine Jail at the time), I unfortunately had to leave it unfinished. Since then, I've been yearning to show off these lovely characters, as there was a lot of joy designing them out in my old backyard. So I made this doodle with some rough marker rendering.

They now have a place within the Sky Kingdom, as a semi-secret society of Light Children who switch between capes and mermaid tails. Sort of like the hypogrypths in My Little Pony G4! They all worship ASEA, the goddess of ABZU whom Tapushea was split from, which is how they switch between air and water.

[naffeclipse]

Gosh, I want to participate in a writing October prompt list so bad but school is kicking me in the teeth AH

[inkydoc]

a collection of doodles for @raens-art for the spring exchange of @natsume-ss :3

decided to draw the kids hanging out making flower crowns while Kogistune takes a nap. Tanuma is making an extra crown to replace Taki's that ended up on Nyanko-sensei's head :D

i also added some portraits of the Dog Circle boys getting some flowers later during the day, i imagine they've been watching the kids having fun from afar and then hounded Natsume for some flowers :D in the evening Nyanko-sensei ended up relaxing in a hot spring after the ordeal he had to go through (Taki's love and affection)

spring may be over now, but i wish you good times for the rest of the year 💚🌸🌼

[whenicarusflies]

I've been seeing a lot of posts about the batfam being older than everyone else/operating for longer than everyone else, and I was thinking about it being reversed. so imagine is the batfam (including Bruce) was younger than... pretty much everyone.

superheroes have only been around for about five years by the time Bruce decides to become batman. It didn't affect him much either, none of them ever came into Gotham, and he rarely left. He didn't have any superpowers so he instead turned to combat. He was trained by the best of the best, and after a few years he was ready to start going out as Batman.

By now the Justice League has formed. Bruce didn't find out about the formation of it until a few months later (he didn't care much).

He didn't plan on making a scene or a spectacle when he patrolled. Just because there were other heroes who enjoyed the spotlight (*cough*Superman*cough*) didn't mean he would. He was there to make Gotham safer.

Superheroes and vigilantes alike began hearing rumours about Batman after a few months of him operating in Gotham. They talked about it, about the possibility of a vigilante in Gotham, but ended up agreeing that it was probably made up. who would operate out of Gotham of all places?

A year passes, and rumours of Batman are getting more frequent and more believable. Several members of the superhero/vigilante community have gone into Gotham to see if they can find this mysterious 'Batman', but to no avail. (Bruce knows. He avoids them on purpose. Poster boy for being an introvert). They eventually accept that if there is a Batman he doesn't want to meet with them.

Six more months pass and Haly's Circus visits Gotham. Dick Grayson in orphaned and adopted by Bruce Wayne. Months pass and life seems to go back to normal. Then comes another disaster. Normally Batman would intervene, but this time it's getting dangerously close to Gotham.

Finally the rumours of a Gotham vigilante are confirmed to be true. But to the other heroes disappointment the masked vigilante leaves as quickly and quietly as he arrived. Later that year Robin makes his appearance. Some of the other heroes have sidekicks of their own, but it isn't a widespread thing.

Years pass and disasters keep happening and Batman keeps helping, and eventually he stays around to exchange a few words, and eventually he agrees to join the league.

Robin is ecstatic, and its not long before he's mingling with the other sidekicks ("partners" Dick insisted) and after that its not long before the Teen Titans are formed (Robin is easily the youngest).

Batman rises through the ranks of the league quickly, and while not everyone (or no one, to be more exact) likes him, he has their respect.

Mirroring his progress Robin quickly becomes the leader of the Titans, proving himself more than capable in the field.

Things continue on like this for years. Batman becomes one of the leaders of the Justice League. Robin becomes respected among the younger generation of heroes. Batgirl joins the ranks of the Gotham vigilantes, and later the Titans (Robin is still the youngest).

It is safe to say that Batman isn't close to any other vigilantes (they are under the impression that he is as old as they are, and not (at least) ten years younger. He does not want to let them know his real age, as he would risk losing the respect he has so painstakingly gained).

Alas, all good things must come to an end. The relationship between Bruce and Dick grows strained. They fight more often then they ever have. Dick leaves and takes on the name Nightwing. Barbara goes with him (not completely, but it became less and less often that she would patrol with Bruce). Batman stays the same (it has been a long time since be has patrolled alone).

Then someone steals the tires of the Batmobile. And thus, Jason Todd becomes Robin.

The league members don't say much about the new Robin. At least, not to his face. Behind his back they speculate and theorise to their heart's desires, but it is, inevitably, impossible to find out why there was another Robin.

Dick Grayson is barely eighteen and leading people who are five years older than him. He ignores Gotham as best he can. He doesn't want anything to do with Bruce or his new Robin.

But months pass, and then a year. And Barbara starts patrolling more and more in Gotham again, and starts training the new kid, and she talks to Dick about it and eventually he starts patrolling in Gotham again too (it always ends with him and Bruce yelling at each other, and if he sees the new kid ("His name's Jason, Dick, not 'the new kid'" Barbara's exasperated voice rung in his mind) wincing or sneaking away every time it happened, well, it was none of his business).

But things get better. Not every visit to Gotham ends in a shouting match, and Jason evens joins the Titans.

And then it got worse. Things got very bad, very quickly. Jason found out about his mother. Jason died. Barbara was shot.

This time, when Robin disappeared, the League wasn't waiting for him to come back with a new name. This time they were scared.

Batman was out of control. No one had seen Batgirl in months, but Nightwing had said she was okay (he never said anything about Robin).

Six months passed and, lo and behold, there was a new robin.

The original Teen Titans had disbanded after Nightwing killed the Joker. (Wally thought that, even covered in blood, his face look startlingly young).

And then things began to settle again. Batman returned to normal. A few years along the line a blonde girl became Robin, and a few years after that she joined Tim Drake as Batgirl. Oracle became well known. Orphan was widely regarded as a good fighter. (they all looked so young).

And Red Hood came to Gotham. Robin was beat and inch to death in one of the safest places in the world. Crime Alley was... better. The Joker was alive, and another child was bleeding out because of misplaced trust.

But things moved on, as they always did. The Outlaws formed, and the first time Red Hood took off his helmet Arsenal nearly choked when he found out the vicious Crime Lord as not only twenty-something, but hot as fuck the Robin who had died all those years ago.

Damian Wayne was discovered and the Robin mantle was stolen passed down. Things began to unravel. Dick became Batman. Tim left to prove Bruce wasn't dead (a small part of Dick is mourning his younger brother, praying that the grief doesn't drive him insane at such a young age, that Tim will make it through this, he tries to help Tim (he doesn't know how)).

But Bruce comes back, and its not long before Signal joins them too. And, finally, things began to settle, and stay settled. Life is normal (as normal as it can be).

Batman talks to Superman first. Then to the entire League.

Barbara still has the footage of them finding out that one of their most highly respected members, one of their leaders, is younger than... all of them.

[mellioops]

Having wings is an unfair advantage in a snowball fight

[trueloveistreacherous]

@pscentral event 29: warm & cool All right, fine. Take Bob with you into the panic room. Rosa and I will find another way out. I'm sure you will, son. You called me "son." No take-backs.

[fonulyn]

3, H, and elephant for any pairing you'd like :3

(for these! i was inspired by someone else's fic so this turned chreon :'D am too nervous to say what fic bc it's so not sanctioned lol i just went rogue. most of it under the cut!)

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As soon as Leon saw the headlights of an approaching car he was alert, his palms clammy and a nervous knot in his stomach. He'd parked his barely running car to the side, out of the way, just so no one would spot him if they weren't supposed to. Yet he would recognize Chris' beat up truck anywhere, already before it rolled to a stop next to him.

Trying not to show how eager he was, Leon pushed his hands into his jeans pockets, aiming for casual. For a second he'd thought about dressing up for this, but in the end he'd worn his regular scuffed sneakers and jeans, with the first shirt he'd grabbed. This wasn't about making a good first impression anymore.

Chris hopped out of his truck, something nervous about his smile as he strode to Leon, stopping only when he was right in front of him. They were alone in the middle of nowhere, just acres of fields and forest around them, but Chris still glanced around before he leaned down, kissing Leon.

This was their best kept secret. In a small town like this, it had to be. They'd gotten good at sneaking around, too, slinking away from under Leon's father's watchful eye. They were still young and inexperienced enough that it sent a thrill through them, too, sharing something so forbidden together.

"Did you get it?" Leon asked as they parted, his voice a little breathy, both from the kiss and from the nerves. There'd been hurried handjobs before, they'd even tried getting their mouths on each other, but this? This would be a first.

Chris grinned at him, grabbing his wrist to pull him along as he jogged back to his truck. "I got everything we need."

Leon's heart jumped in his chest, his stomach tightening. Awesome.

-

What felt like a small eternity later, Leon was lying on his back on a pile of dusty blankets, staring up at the bright stars in the black night sky. They were on the truck bed, the night so chilly it had seemed like a better idea than the cold ground. Chris was hovering above him, a focused crease to his brow, as he tried his best to stay still.

Leon's body adjusted around the girth inside of him, forcing a moan out of them both. It had taken a lot of lube, and a lot of patience, but they'd finally gotten this far and Leon wasn't about to pull the plug even though he felt overwhelmed at first. He focused on the moon past Chris' shoulder, focused on Chris' fingers digging into his thighs where he was holding them apart, focused on his slow, slow breaths.

It felt good. But it also felt unlike anything else he'd had before. Experimentally he lifted his hips, making Chris gasp, and slowly it felt like his body was welcoming the intrusion. "M-move, Chris," he gasped out, bringing a hand to Chris' bicep, giving it a squeeze.

"You sure?" Chris still asked, bless him, although he looked like he was about to die any second if he wouldn't get the go-ahead. He let go of Leon's left thigh so he could bring his hand between them, palming Leon's half-hard cock. "You're not even hard anymore."

"I will be," Leon said, with a hasty nod, and although he said it to convince Chris he somehow believed it himself. As much as it had been at first he was really beginning to enjoy being connected like this, and again he shifted, tentatively angling his hips so that Chris sank deeper inside of him.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," Chris choked out, leaning down to kiss Leon short but desperate. Then he straightened again, grabbed a hold of Leon's hip, and moved.

Turns out it was so much better with movement. Before Leon even knew what was going on he was clinging onto Chris' shoulders, his mouth gaping open as he tried to get enough air in.

Yeah, they would definitely be doing this again.

[jeansvoid]

Me and my fave pokemon doodle

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

8. hobbies

this is based off this prompt list here!!! thanks for the inspo!!

ive always had this silly headcanon that dirk is pretty good at drawing/writing, but no one ever taught him how to hold a pencil correctly so he has a terrifying way of gripping them xD