#is it canon it's the pit

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

JayTim Body Swap At First Touch Soulmate AU?

Titans Tower is an even worse disaster than canon

"I'm NOT switching back," Tim said loudly in Jason's body.

"Fuck you," Jason grunted out.

"You beat the ever loving SHIT out of me, I get to be as petty as I fucking want over this, thank you," Tim told Jason. "It was only when our skin touched we swapped."

"Fuck you," Jason grumbled. "...How's the Pit?"

"Still makes me want to throw you off the roof," Tim admitted. The rage coursing through his body made it hard to think straight. It explained a LOT if this was what Jason's default was. Luckily swapping bodies had removed the influence from Jason so long as he was in Tim's body.

"Fuck," Jason grunted. "...why did I never notice?"

"Because this shit is potent. By the way, I'm blowing up your marijuana plant."

"FUCK YOU."

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[stealingyourbones]

The Lazarus Pits are actually ectoplasm distilleries made by ghosts that have since been abandoned after being discovered by humans.

Ra’s Al Ghul, various heroes, villains, all were revived due to the ghost equivalent of Blinds You strength moonshine.

Additional idea: Danny doesn’t know of the existence of Lazarus Pits and just turned 21. Ember brings him to her favorite Lazarus Pit; the one that’s directly under Gotham

[gothamite-rambler]

If Jason ever found out that both of them tried (and one succeeded) in killing the Joker

Jason: Okay, let me get this straight. Bruce almost killed the Joker, but then Clark beat the sense out of him, and that's why I hate him!

Bruce: He didn't beat the sense out of me! I was blinded by rage.

Dick: You're not going to bring up that he says he hates him?

Bruce: He's not trying to kill him anymore and I get a laugh out of it.

Jason: Exactly, I like causing him minor inconveniences. But okay, you backed out. I get it, with you, I get it… But then Dick killed him. At the very least, he was declared dead, and you… Jumpstarted his heart?

Bruce: Yes.

Jason: And he technically would have died if you hadn't?

Bruce: Yes.

Jason: And instead of giving your oldest son an award or parade or something good… You brought him back to life? My murderer, Barbara's attempted murderer, and the man who has caused us all… So much fucking grief… You gave him a second chance at life?

Bruce: Yes�� That's the gist of it all.

Jason buried his head in his hands.

Jason (talking to himself): It's okay, Jason. Don't freak out, or nobody will stop you from shoving a pencil up his urethra.

Dick grabbed the pencils and pens off Bruce's desk and tossed them in the top drawer.

Jason (keeping his face covered): Bruce… I mean this in the nicest way… What point was being made when someone else killed the Joker? Someone who deserves every single good thing in the world?

Dick (happy): Ah…

Bruce: The guilt of killing someone would weigh on his mind. Eat away at him…

Jason (lowering his hands and turning to his brother): Dick, how did you feel when you did it?

Dick: For the moment, I was punching him, it felt oddly therapeutic and euphoric. I felt awful afterwards.

Bruce: Plus, we're not prison executioners.

Jason: Oh, bullshit! I used to see you body slam villains, beat them to a coma, and threaten to amputate people! That's cool as Batman?

Bruce: They survived and yes it's cool, because I am Batman!

Dick: Hmm, he does have a point. Can you forgive Bruce for reviving the Joker?

Jason: I have... I'm just bitter. I did die, but I can let it slide.

Bruce: Thanks Jason, I mean that sincerely.

Jason left in a cursing under his breath as Bruce sent him money quickly.

Dick: Is your way to apologize money based?

Bruce: Partially. I'm a gift giver, money can be a gift. You don't have to call me a great father, I'm aware I am.

Dick chuckled, shaking his head silently.

[snappl3]

Bro saw his boyfriend and had to stop and look

[hellamorte]

wade can talk about noble sacrifice and marvel jesusing all he wants but he was ready to die for his friends and for logan, instead of logan, because he wanted him to live. “say hi to my friends for me, peanut”, says the man who wants logan to become a part of the group, a pack, again, to take his place in protecting the people he loves, probably the only one he trusts to do so. and there is so much love in his desire for logan to stay alive and finally experience something good in life

[starry-bi-sky]

"Uhp-uhp-bup-bup." Danny says loudly, cutting off the crime lord bleeding all over his living room. He presses a finger to his lips, despite knowing that Red couldn't see it, and stifles his rage behind a playful smile.

He's lucky he's facing the kitchen, his back turned to Hood. He can see the fury green of his eyes reflecting back at him in the chrome of the sink, he's threatening to crush the rag in his hands. His vision is futzing out in the corners of eyes.

"We don't speak the 'J' name in this household." He says in almost a sing-song, because if he doesn't, then the Gotham oil sitting, boiling, behind his teeth and coating his tongue will spittle out and Danny's already haunting his apartment just by his mere presence. He doesn't want to haunt it more.

He can hear the whine of the lightbulbs, threatening to burst like a popped balloon. He turns the water off and and rings the rag out tighter than he perhaps should.

"You don't like the clown?" Hood asks him, and Danny's not sure if he's mocking him for it. There's a knowing lilt in his voice that throws back Danny to their first meeting on that balcony. If he were anyone else, Danny might've just punched him.

His heel turns sharply towards him, a tight smile on his face and an even tighter look around his eyes. At least he knows that the green has faded because the pounding behind his eyes are gone, his grief-born, death-made rage sizzling back beneath his veins. "I think you already know why, Ridin' Hood."

A grief like this don't stay buried, after all.

[lurkerdemon]

Random DP x DC Thought #9:

The fight was desperately going on against the villains near a newly located Lazarus Pit, but despite the heroes best efforts they couldn't prevent one of their own suffering a fatal injury.

Per usual desperation to avoid having to go through life with that loss, the dead person is placed into the Lazarus Pit for revival. (The cost of a bout of possible madness could be dealt with, and at the very least it would remove another one of the pits from the world).

Except this time when the revived person comes back out of the waters, the Lazarus Pit doesn't leave. Shrinks certainly, but still roils and churns before a large, glowing creature with white fur looms over all those gathered. Their blue cape flutters slightly as it floats up above the waters.

"Greetings, I am Frostbite of the Far Frozen. I have come to request-"

A head of white hair and glowing green eyes pops up from behind the being's shoulder.

"STOP THROWING SO MANY PATIENTS INTO PORTALS! YOU'RE STRESSING OUT THE YETIS!"

[ominousvibez]

y'all constantly pit fanon and canon together when it should be more like this

[chloesimaginationthings]

How Jeff really dies in FNAF into the pit…

[hoziersong]

no but the thing is. they KISSED. on screen. it was a real scene, not deleted, not removed from a script, it HAPPENED in front of the world's eyes. and AND the actors are normal about it and the whole cast and crew is normal about it and it's not vague and it's IMPORTANT. no matter the rest of it and what came after it, it happened!!

[rythyme]

Happy Pit Babe 2 day!!!!

[gludgenbell]

head disciples get overworked sometimes! thankfully, Xiao Jiu has always been there for his Qi-Ge, even if the poor fool fails him

[dogpawsswapgod]

when Cait takes the shot at Jinx and Isha we get this split second frame of Vi as she moves to stop her. each of these frames is like a quarter of a second of Vi's face as she simultaneously witnesses Cait take the shot and moves to put herself in the line of fire.

next thing we see is this

fun to think about how sometimes, for the rest of her life, Cait thinks about this moment, Vi's eyes... how close she got to killing her in her single-minded pursuit to kill her sister.

idk just a thought i'm having for reasons

@alexontoast

[iamliquid]

Bruce: You went over the line Jason.

Jason: Did not. He deserved it.

Bruce: We needed him alive!

Jason: So? The pit madness got me!

Bruce: ...

Bruce: ... what.

Jason: Ugh you'll never understand.

Jason says this walking off to brood all the while Bruce stands there Dumbstruck.

Bruce: .. Pit madness..?

Bruce: ..Tim! What's pit madness!?

Bruce yells to no avail, of course Tim wouldn't answer he's probably half dead trying to stay awake.

-Meanwhile across the Wayne manor-

Dick: Yo Jaybird!

Jason: Hey.

- inside Jason's head

Ms. Pit madness: Shoot him, bite him, fight him.

Jason: what? No, I'm not gonna shoot Dick. What are you talking about?

Ms. Pit madness: Do it, watch the blood flow out.

Jason: No! I'm not doing that!

-Present moment with Dick

Dick: Having flash backs to when he had hallucinations of Jason

Alfred: Ah master Dick, I was wondering if you'd like so-

Dick: Actively having flash backs

Alfred: ... May I inquire why master Jason is having a heated discussion with himself?

Dick: I don't know Alfred.. I don't know, and I don't want to know.

Dick says while slowly backing away.

They never discussed this at all.

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

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Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."