#he gives it to ellie anyway :)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

[hailsatanacab]

"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

——

"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

[atomicowboy]

i think so often about nick celebrating his birthday on valentine’s day. he remembers his “real” birthday but it doesn’t feel quite right anymore because knows what he is, where he came from, and hell, he was never really “born”, was he? it’s just another reminder of the person he��s based off, the person he’ll never be, not really. just the plastic-skinned ghost of a dead man. he’s worked so hard to craft himself a new life out of the plastic-coated-metal hand he’d been dealt, but every year on that day he can’t help but dwell on the ghosts of his past.

but then the sole survivor comes along with their prewar notions and habits and holidays and maybe it comes up in conversation one night traveling across the commonwealth, sole huddled up close to the fire, a cigarette he can’t really smoke dangling from nick’s lips, and he lies and tells them he doesn’t remember. theyre shocked! he has to have something to celebrate!

february 14th rolls around that year. nick’s used to the jabs and jokes by the folk in diamond city, cliche as they are, and has grown to expect them with only the occasional snide comment in return. what he didn’t expect was to come back to his office after a long day of chasing dead ends to find a cupcake on his desk, icing just starting to melt, and a note.

happy birthday, nick.

[huldrabitch]

I know a lot of people don't want Cullen brought back for various reasons, BUT it would be really satisfying to have just a minor voice acted appearance of Cullen done by anyone else than Gregg Ellis to distance the character from him.

[jimmygibbs-jr]

ellis would be the type to not have his schedule memorized so nick would see a blood spot on his pants and ask "damn fireball, who shot you on your ass?" and ellis would turn around and realize "fuck, man, its that time of the month"

[whenthegoldrays]

thinking perhaps I may have done to flan boy the same thing I suspect he did to my bestie months ago (show interest out of the gate and then think it over, decide I didn’t like him after all, and cease communications)

[steeb-stn]

Nooooo Jackson having a bad harvest or something etc etc and having a really lean winter

and all the adults try to keep it from the kids as much as they can and try to keep from putting them on ration portions as much as possible, even if it means adults get less

(They end up having to put the teenagers on ration portions for supper every other day and it just. Tears the parents up)

[virginreprise]

do you not like the show???

not really. i don't vehemently dislike it like some people do, i'm just a little indifferent to it. it doesn't offend me but it doesn't bring me the same amount of joy as the game does.

i have watched the show and yeah, i think they did a decent job, but did it emulate the feeling of playing the game? no. for me it didn’t. i also don’t think that pedro or bella are the right fit, not because of looks - that arguments has always been pointless to me - but because they really don’t feel like ellie and joel. for me, they’re separate entities. they're two completely different characters who are, by themselves, quite entertaining. but putting them up against the game joel and ellie in the context of an adaptation, they really just don't stand up for me. it's not an attack on their acting or the way they approached the characters because its obviously never gonna be an exact copy but pedro joel is not my preferred joel and bella ellie is not my preferred ellie.

i also don't want to judge too harshly but from the changes they seem to have made to season 2 already, i don't think its going to be redeemed in my eyes. i don't particularly like the story of part 2 anyway so i'm just going to be watching the new season out of curiosity rather than enjoyment. i won't dismiss it completely until its out and i've watched it obviously and i think in general people get way too riled about comparing the show and the game, but overall, i never really liked the show and will probably continue to dislike it for however many seasons they do.

to be fair, the game has such a special place in my heart that i think i would've been subconsciously critical of any adaption, regardless of actors. i also just don't think it needed an adaption period. the magic of story games isn't always necessarily in the story but the connection you have towards the characters - an immersion that i don't think can ever be brought to the screen. it's why i hope and pray that they never do a rdr2 adaption because the open world aspect, honour system and the entire fabric of the game overall (i think) could never be emulated in a tv show or a movie. it was always the same for tlou as well but obviously there's nothing i can do to ameliorate the disconnect.

[teethbomb]

heeheeee

[apolloskazoo]

ellie finding paw patrol themed bandaids around jackson & snatching them & bringing them home bc she thinks they’re funny. her seeing joel asleep on the couch and trying to stifle her cackles as she starts putting paw patrol bandaids on all of his scars (he’s a hardened apocalypse survivor, he’s got a lot). him waking up and ellie being unable to hold in her laughter, and she tells him not to take them off no matter what

joel going out on patrol a couple of hours later covered in paw patrol bandaids

“joel what—”

“don’t ask.”

[gummiix]

The need is so bad that I can’t go one moment of mind wandering without thinking of that One Lesbian Weed Scene from The Last of Us pt II. Iykyk…. (suffering)

[backhurtyy]

wait wait wait tlou au where joel and tess get to robert after marlene has already left with ellie and the remaining fireflies, and so they head back to their apartment to figure out what to do. while they’re there, the radio turns on— never let me down again. 80’s. bill and frank are in trouble (dead, but they don’t know this yet). they pack up their stuff, and start making their way to their town to figure out what’s going on.

everything goes smoothly for the most part, but they reach the city and realize they have to go to the museum. with a sigh, they head that way. it’s as they’re getting closer that they hear it: gunfire and the screeching of clickers. joel and tess don’t even speak a word before they’re bursting through the door. they find ellie, marlene, and the fireflies fighting like hell, but it’s not going too well. marlene is injured from the fight with robert, ellie is unarmed, and the other fireflies aren’t in much better shape.

joel and tess take care of the clickers, and joel is itching to go and get to bill and frank, but tess is curious about just what marlene is up to, so she starts asking questions. who’s the girl. where are you going. how are you going to get her there if you’re bleeding out. that sort of thing.

and marlene— she doesn’t want to give answers. she doesn’t want to tell these two smugglers what’s going on. but she’s in a bad shape, she just lost multiple members of her team, and she knows she can’t get ellie where they’re going alone. but joel and tess… they can. so she says if they can get them to the statehouse, she’ll give them a car. supplies. whatever they need.

tess shrugs and convinces joel— it’s not that out of their way, and they could use the car to continue on to wyoming to find tommy after getting the girl where she needs to be. so they go, the four of them and what remains of marlene’s crew. anyways, something happens at the statehouse— maybe marlene gets infected, or she stays behind to fight the hoard, or whatever. but suddenly marlene cant go on, and joel and tess have to leave, and ellie has no choice but to follow them.

and then things go from there.

[timelesslords]

i might just have 3 different types of compounding brain rot rn but tommy is so antigone coded actually

[whenthegoldrays]

🍉

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

For some reason I had the horrible thought that Vlad, upon learning about the deal, tries to convince the parents™️ (pretty much just Maddie and Bruce) that the best option for everyone is to allow him to buy out legal responsibility over the deal from the Wayne’s via a loophole in the contract, via the reasoning,

“Hey, you don’t want this deal to fail, and since I’ve already been Danny’s backup guardian, and this would legally make me his next of kin, why not treat this like an adoption of sorts? You don’t have to worry about loosing everything, and YOU don’t worry about your precious Danno being tied to a stranger!”

Only for Bruce, who up until this point has been doing everything to get Jason out of this, sees these grown ass adults agreeing to marry off their son to this creepy ass man who Danny openly despises and who Bruce is definitely going to have to look into later and says,

“NOPE! Na ah! This deal is going through! My family has a right and we’re keeping it! You’ve officially lost Danny-privileges, he’s my son (in-law) now!”

Alfred: I am afraid I have some bad news. Earlier today, I received a notice that the arranged marriage between Master Bruce and Lady Madeline had not been voided like Master Thomas had once hoped. Bruce: Wait I was in a arriage marriage? Alfred ignored Bruce: There was an error in the process, and his engagement was passed to the next generation. Now that Mrs.Fenton's children are of age, one must wed into the Waynes, or the Waynes' assets are turned over to the Fentons. Bruce: WHAT?! Alfred: I understand that none of you would commit so I took the liberity of rolling a muilti-faced dice. Congratulations Master Jason, your fience, Mister Fetnon will arrive tomarrow. Jason :HUH!? BUT I'M LEGALLY DEAD! Alfred: Yes, which is why Mister Fenton accepted, believing he wouldn't have to commit. What a surprise this will be for him. Tim: Thanks for taking one for the team, Jay. Dick: Yeah, the rest of us nepo-babbies appreciate it. Damian: We shall forever remember this bravery and sacrifice.

[arolesbianism]

If I had the freedom of not knowing there is going to be future new lore stuff added to oni I would do unspeakable things to so many of these guys. Or Id just make them normal guys who just sorta exist. Either or.