#idk. you decide

[misiahasahardname]

my favourite flavour of transfem is cringefail

yea this isn’t my best work

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[isolabellz]

in another life

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[faygos]

ding-a-ling

[hajihiko]

💕

[stars-obsession-pit]

Little Baby Man King

Batman had underestimated the cult. He’d been captured—as Bruce Wayne, no less—and been stripped of all the items on his person before being tied up in a strange device, half-technology and half–magic circle.

And they began to chant.

His hands worked at the bindings. They’d been tied well, and only had a tiny amount of give, but he’d escaped similar binds before. But it could take time. Time he didn’t have, if the increasing fervor of their words and thrumming of the circle gave any indication.

Still, he continued his work.

Suddenly, something seemed to crack and the temperature in the room plummeted. A fissure appeared in the ring, leaking Lazarus-green light. No, that was an understatement. Lazarus Water was just a sickly imitation of the glow emanating from the rift.

Bruce felt the ropes around his wrist finally come loose, but he worried it was too late as the crack expanded to fill the circle with swirling green.

A hand reached out from the depths.

A very small hand.

The figure that emerged was not some towering conqueror. It was a child.

A very cranky child.

“What the hell do you people wan— Dad?!”

what the fuck, did the cult forcibly make him adopt some otherworldly child-entity?

Danny could be forgiven for yelling and mistaking some guy for his father, alright?

He was exhausted! He’d been having a shitty day! Cut him some slack!

First he’d been physically de-aged into a toddler, he deserved to be pissed off about that. He was in college, damn it! How was he supposed to work like this? And to make things worse, some idiots had to go and tear a hole into the Ghost Zone. But not just that—nooo, that’d be too easy—they had to tear a hole right into the middle of Pariah’s Keep and nearly free him. Meaning that Danny, as the Zone’s own Designated Problem Solver Ghost King, has to go fix that.

The sooner he could get home and take a nap, the better.

At least now he has some fruitloops to take out his frustration on.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Yeah I would like to have uhhhhh whatever the hell these two have got going on

[bastardlybonkers]

feetman

[francy-sketches]

cringe ass family ❤

[shiftingexpanse]

Ridgeback? How do we feel about ridgebacks? Can I offer you a ridgeback in these trying times

[venomgaia]

gal who calls you girliepop and collects bugs

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #21

Danny is an emergency foster, though with the way that this is going, it looks like Bruce is on track to try and push for adoption (at least something more permanent.)

Now, Danny knows what his foster family gets up too. He knows the signs, he's been in their boat. So he doesn't say anything (they'll tell him when they're ready, he figures.) Danny also doesn't plan to stay for much longer.

In an attempt to give his foster family - of which had so far shown him great kindness - some form of closure. He offhandedly passes on some words from their various deceased friends and loved ones. Hopefully that will help when he inevitably bolts.

[lycoris707]

BAM!

who needs sleep when you have cubitos to overdesign

largely inspired by this post

[starry-songs-canvas]

Fenton-Proved Kryptonite!

Sorry for the lack of prompt last week, been sick.

——————————————————

Lex Luthor had sent a representative for LexCorp, instead of coming to Vlad Masters himself.

Rude, but smart.

But this imbecile can’t seem to hold a simple business conversation! (No ghostly interference needed) Starring at his most recent attempt of a bust of his dear Madeline, (a good improvement from his previous endeavor, but even Vlad will admit it’s… slight imperfections. If only he could capture her essence as well as he does her idiot husband! At least those give him some stress relief.)

“I apologize for boring you, however I do happen to believe these major details are rather important.” Vlad growls.

“I- I apologize sir, but if I may ask, where did you get so much kryptonite?!” The representative chokes out.

Tl:DR, Vlad’s machines make kryptonite as a byproduct, which he then ice sculpts into Jack Fentons head. Imagine this, if you will.