#i want to write a flash fic for this

[movedtodykedvonte]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid���

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[gothamite-rambler]

Okay, but like... No one would blame Jason

Jason (nervously sitting on the ground): I can explain, you see this was my civiv-

Bruce grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt and dragged him away.

Bruce (in an ashamed dad voice): YOU MUST'VE LOST YOUR DAMN MIND! YOU DO NOT KIDNAP DIDDY!

Jason (wincing in pain): Ow! I just wanted to give him what he hasn't had in years, man! Just let me shoot him in his crotch!

Bruce: I can't bail you out for that! Let the courts handle it! You dumbass!

Jason (whining in his 20s): You never let me do anything!

Bruce: I let you get away with a lot! But this? No! Grounded! YOU ARE GROUNDED!

Jason sobbed as Bruce continued to drag him away, while Diana, Clark, and many onlookers from Gotham watched the spectacle.

Diana (impressed): I have to figure out how he does that.

Clark: I can't even ground Konnor.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

hoLy fffffff?!?!!!

WOW

uhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH (damn)

is he undercover? exploring himself? did he find out-of-context advice on a forum and decide 'fuck it let's see if this works' because he's having trouble communicating what he wants to a person of interest? is this an alternate reality where he was kidnapped off dathomir by someone else entirely? is it a dare he decided to blow out of the water just to flip the script on someone? did someone beg to see him in these silks? did- !!!

dumpsterfire.exe has crashed. please restart the system to continue.

...belly dancer Maul?

Hi hello, I hear you and your request was answered. You're a genius, and you're hired.

Here he is, dancing for you ;)

Tap for details because HOOOO there's a lot

[writing-is-hard-af]

Something, something, Buck and Eddie both almost dying because of a lightning strike and the other screaming their name, trying desperately to get to them but being unable to do it themselves

[idkstuffiguess]

I need more fics talking abt Bart Allen being a thousand years away from home, being homesick for a home that doesn’t exist and you will never see exist

[frog-with-no-therapy]

I want a spider X dcu but have Peter working at the league's base in space as a mechanic or a scientist, cause of course they will have the best material and information to help him make a way home. Except that Peter is weird.

Like, weird weird. Like, spider bite kind of weird with a hint of different culture from a different world kind of weird.

Listen most of his interactions with humans in their world is with them cause he's at the watchtower all the time, so his understanding of what is normal is a bit skew, and he probably also got used to acting more spidery, especially when in a lab or sm (courtesy of his time at the avenger tower where he doesn't really have to hide his spidery side)

Then you take into account him having a different kind of humour and a different set of memes and you have the whole justice league thinking he's secretly an alien

[tacogoats]

Thinking about a Durge who has rejected Bhaal, and whatever person they used to be, but still secretly longs for their lost memories. A Durge that, despite the answers the man could give them, would never re-ignite that strange passion they were shown they once had for Gortash. A Durge that has, for all purposes to the others in their party, moved on. A Durge that, six months after that day atop the Netherbrain, at a party celebrating their new life, receives a strange letter with an even stranger gadget hidden inside.

The meeting at the inauguration was a strange one. Despite Gortash's very obvious elation at seeing what he'd called his 'dearest friend', the man had no hesitation very proudly detailing the Dark Urge's grand scheme; their grand design for the world to be.

In front of all their friends and 'new' lover, of course.

They were furious, and rightly so. Gortash must have known what he was doing. To isolate them, to bring them back to him. The person who accepted them for all they were, all they are, and all they could be - together.

It wasn't enough to win the Dark Urge back to him, and although they'd tentatively teamed up in the end - he had died. Not by the Urge's hand, but in some ways, his own. The group had left Gortash's body within the Prism, and simply moved on. There were bigger problems, and no one really was sad to see him go. Right?

The Urge remembers a letter found in Moonrise Towers. Gortash liked gadgets, according to Ketheric. Evidence was abundant enough with the Steel Watchers, among other things. The item is strangely shaped, entirely too small, and with a simple touch, comes to life.

It reminds them of the strange picture they had seen at the Iron Throne. Gortash's visage shone through a glass, moving, talking - warning them to leave. Answering them, praising them for listening.

What a strange contraption, they'd thought all those months ago.

And then, now, there he was again. A picture, in their hand. A moving picture. Speaking with his voice, wearing his weary face - so, so weary - but not the same as before.

This had passed already. The voice did not answer them this time. It was simply impossible - the man was dead, but not quite gone in this moment.

He speaks of the inauguration like it had just happened. His joy at seeing his favourite 'assassin' again, which he says with a sad smile and a moment of silence. A heavy sigh follows, rubbing at his eyes - which they can see are so much darker than they last remember.

He is tired.

Gortash speaks of their time together, before Orin - and how Orin torments him day and night now that they had both confirmed the Urge's return. She appears with their face, taunting him some days. Other days she sends assassins that wear the same, and he simply cannot let his guard down anymore. But he knew it was them that day.

They can see the exhaustion that pulls down his features, makes his words heavier. This is not the Archduke speaking to him in this moment - it is a tired, broken down man that has just seen a ghost.

Yet they cling to every word anyway, because even though this is a broken down man who is terrified of the ghost - the man still hopes the ghost will remember him, too.

They don't. But he doesn't know that, not this little picture of him, anyway.

The picture says that if they are seeing this recording, it means he is already dead - and although he had planned to sway them back to his side, he may not have been given the chance, and refuses to allow the opportunity to share what the two of them once had slip away.

He would gift unto them the memories that he could, even beyond death. The bloody ones, the happy ones, the painful ones.

And he talks, he smiles, he even cries.

And so do they.

[hashioki7]

Migraine

Listening to the rain hitting the roof, Laura lay down on the sofa. The rain, which had started around noon, showed no signs of stopping even as night fell. Despite it being spring, the air felt damp and cold, chilling her to the bone.

Rainy days always put her in a bad mood. Especially cold, rainy days like today.

On top of that, it had been chaotic at the clinic all day. Pets in critical condition kept being rushed in one after another, and by evening, when she was finally freed from assisting Dr. Johnson, her shoulders felt heavy, and her head throbbed as if being squeezed.

Resting her head on a cushion, she let out a weak sigh. Gently placing her hand on her temple, she felt her pulse throbbing beneath her fingers. It was definitely a migraine.

She had just taken medication for it. Moving around too much during a migraine could make her feel nauseous, so she needed to stay still. She knew she should go to bed and rest, but she didn't have the energy for that. Laura closed her eyes, resting her head on the cushion.

Feeling a gentle stroke on her forehead, Laura opened her eyes. Travis was peering down at her with a worried expression, still dressed in his sheriff's uniform.

"Are you okay?"

"My head is pounding. I think it's the change in atmospheric pressure… and the clinic was busy all day."

"Can you eat anything?"

"I don't really have an appetite right now…"

Travis's thick eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"You should rest here for a while."

"Thank you. And you should change out of your uniform, too."

After a hesitant sigh, Travis's footsteps receded. But not long after, he returned, carrying a blanket and a steaming mug.

"It's not good to let your body get cold."

Travis gently supported her back and lifted her up. Carefully spreading the blanket over her knees, he handed her the mug.

"I made hot milk for you. Even if you don't have an appetite, it's better to have something."

Travis looked at Laura with concern, still in his uniform. Laura couldn't help but smile. Her temples were still throbbing, and she felt queasy, but she didn't feel too bad.

"…Thank you, Travis."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Well… then… can you sit next to me and hold my hand? And then kiss me. And, take me to bed after that."

Travis raised an eyebrow as if caught off guard, then blinked. But quickly smiling broadly, he sat down next to Laura, gently holding her hand.

"Yes, Ma'am."

[nostalgia-tblr]

i nearly anon'd the thorki non-con fic out of SHAME but in two weeks it's become my third most clicked-on fic of the year, behind only a multichapter fic and a bit of angsty sifki porn lololol

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Jedi-Speedster Barry is my new hyperfixation

[elizabeth-mitchells]

the struggle between wanting to write a fic about some characters talking about and mourning your dead fave but not wanting to write a fic without your dead fave present there 😔

[serpercival]

if they're banging in the stagecoach do you think i tag that car sex

[gothamite-rambler]

Spoiler meets a Green Lantern

Spoiler: Hey, who are you?

Kyle Rayner: A Green Lantern member, but you can call me K.

Kyle winked with a smile making Spoiler blush.

Spoiler: Is your dad a boxer?

Kyle: No, but I'm aware I'm a knockout.

Spoiler (looking away, shocked): Oh my God, he finished my joke.

Spoiler debated quickly if she make her move, quickly turning back to Kyle.

Spoiler: Hey-

Batman came over, grabbed her arms and forcibly walked her away without a word.

Spoiler: Batman, come on!

Kyle: I'll see you around?

Spoiler (playful): Oh you will, the name is Spoiler.

Kyle: Hope you don't spill the beans on the next episode of Abbott Elementray.

Spoiler attempted to break free from Batman's grip, but he picked her up and carried her away, causing her to pout aggravated.

[lifea16]

WIP Wednesday even though it's nowhere near Wednesday

(Sorry I'm not working on the animatic, I like multitasking)

[cheriekos]

The Haunting of Wayne Manor - Unedited Excerpt (Birdflash Ghost AU)

Hello once again sharing a WIP because it’s sucking the life out of me. This snippet is from my autumn Birdflash WIP (currently titled, tentatively, The Haunting of Wayne Manor - not at all related to the haunting series I literally accidentally, subconsciously stole the title and now it’s stuck lol). It is a Ghost AU! It was meant to be a short, cute little Halloween vibe type of fic and then my brain sabotaged me and now there’s plot. So now I’m spending a lot more time on it than I anticipated. Here’s an itty bitty piece from it. Unbeta’d, very unedited, probably some spelling & grammar mistakes in here. This excerpt may not end up in the final fic and may be altered later on. Happy reading!

Birds chirping, the scratching of the branches at the window - then the laughter of a boy, right at his ear, hot breath causing goosebumps to rise.

Wally nearly jumps out of skin. He takes two shaky steps backwards, flashlight wildly chasing the figure in front of him. Between one blink and the next, he sees colors of red and gold, little accents of green - he blinks again, and the first thing his eyes land on is a scarf. When he finally breathes, lets clarity clear his vision, he realizes - he knows that scarf. Old, pilling, but still the warmest thing he owned - covered in the scent of Aunt Iris's autumn candles.

Green eyes meet blue. Wally feels the cufflinks, warm against his chest.

"It's you." Wally breathes. "Dick Grayson."

The lights blink rapidly, churning to life above them. The clock on the nightstand begins to tick, tick, tick. All at once, the room seems to come alive again - and the young man in front of him takes a deep breath. Like the one you take after having been submerged underwater for so long.

"My name," He says, in wonderment. "You know my name." 

"It wasn't easy to find," Wally says, still staring in disbelief. "You weren't easy to find."

"No, I -" He blinks, words stoping abruptly. He touches the red scarf - a move that seems more of our habit than anything else. "That doesn't seem right."

Wally feels his chest ache - this was exactly what he hoped wouldn't happen.

"I found your name in a really old article from a Metropolis newspaper," Wally says, unsure of what to do that now he had Dick here. Momentarily tangible and present, no longer wayward in the veil. "Someone really didn't want Dick Grayson's name to stick around. I tried every source in Gotham, even trying to find old records at city hall -"

"Seriously?" Dick says, incredulous. "You did that? Just to speak to me again?"

"Well - yes." Wally crosses his arms. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"We spoke once," Dick says, almost arguing. "You could've written me off as some hallucination or some weird kid pulling a prank on you -"

"And I didn't," Wally says. "I believed it when you said you were a ghost and needed your name. It took me a while, but - I did it. I'm here." 

And what now? Those were the words he didn't speak out loud. 

Dick continues to stare at him, lips slightly open as he took in Wally and his response. Wally felt a strange sense of deja vu roll over him - this wasn't the first time Dick Grayson tried to pry some knowledge out of him by staring him down. He gestures to Dick, trying to deflect some attention of himself.

"You grew," Wally remarks. "Last time I saw you, you were barely ten."

"I died when I was twenty," Dick says, absentmindedly. He blinks a few times, then looks away from Wally. "I think."

"Twenty," Wally says, quietly. Twenty. Only a year younger than Wally. Barely in college. Couldn't even legally drink yet. Some many milestones never reached, so many years lost - it makes Wally's chest ache. There's very few moments where dealing with ghosts truly hurts. Helping elderly ghosts find their way to whatever their end was, that didn't hurt so bad. Kids - that sucked. Teenagers were rare. This? This felt visceral. Looking into the face of someone who could've been Wally's classmate or friend, had they been born together in the right era. 

He swallows down his empathy for now. "Why'd I meet you as a kid, then?"

"...I'm not really sure," Dick says, softly. "I don't really remember. I just felt like - there was light in the house. And I wanted to match it."

"Light?" Wally asks.

"Yes," Dick says. "You."

"...Oh," Wally says, faintly. Don't get hung up on that, West. "Light - as in...?"

"Like..." He reaches for the scarf again, twisting the edge of it between his fingers. "Playing outside in autumn. Drinking from the hose after playing in the dirt for too long. Climbing up trees and scraping my knees while doing so."

"Like being a kid." Wally says.

"Yeah," Dick says, gaze sliding back to Wally's. "Something like that."

"And now?" Wally says, looking at Dick up and down. "You're an adult because...?"

"I suppose it's because you are. Same light - just bigger. Brighter." Dick shrugs. He taps the scarf. "Helps that I have this."

"Yeah, helps with being more - tangible." Wally says.

"Oh?" Dick says, with a quirk of the lips that felt strangely dangerous to Wally. "An expert in ghosts, now are we?"

"For your information - yes, yes I am." Wally says, puffing out his chest slightly. "I have nine years of ghost hunting and ghost aiding under my belt, thank you very much. The only person who knows better than me is - is the guy I met on the ghost hunting forums when I was twelve."

Dick gives him a dead stare. "Forums?"

"...Oh my God, you probably died in the 1950's, didn't you?"

Dick's eyes widen. "What year is it?"

[igarbagecannoteven]

hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!

oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊