#might make this a fic

[fukcnoplease]

Danny is done. He is tired. He is dead. He deserves a sweet treat and to hibernate under fifteen weighted blankets for nine years.

Instead he is standing in the Gotham City cross country bus station with a dead phone and no sweet treats. He had had the misfortune of having avid ghost hunters as parents, who had demanded he help them with their latest invention instead of joining his friends on a fancy bus hired by Casper High to take them on a multiday, multicollege trip. Apparently they had made an agreement with the school that as long as he met the school trip in one of the cities and still paid for the whole trip, he could still take part and at least catch the school bus home.

Of course, exhausted after helping his parents, catching up on homework, and taking out some ghosts Danny ended up falling asleep on his bus. Now he was standing alone, cold, half-dead, in Gotham City’s main bus center with a dufflebag of clothes and backpack of ghost supplies his parents forced on him.

The school trip was, thankfully, passing through Gotham as one of the universities but they had multiple cities to hit before they got to Gotham. According to the itinerary it would take at least five days for them to hit Gotham and even then theyd be arriving late in the evening.

Danny had to find a place to stay for five nights and something to do for five days. Thankfully, Gotham city is seeped in ectoplasm which means its full of ghosts. Ghost who are more than happy to help a lost boy find a place to stay.

Danny chats with some ghosts, being pointed this way and that before he finds a nice old man dress in a fine suit with an unfortunate gunshot wound to his chest. The man offers to lead Danny to an excellent and cheap place to stay and Danny… is too tired to care honestly. He follows the ghost across the city, hails a taxi, repeats the address the ghost gives him, missing the taxi drivers shocked stare, and falls asleep in the taxi.

He is woken up by gentle taps on the glass by an older looking man and gives a half asleep mumbled thanks to the taxi driver as the old man takes his bags inside. Even in his tired state Danny has the sense to offer to carry his own bags but is politely and sternly refused by a british accent which is enough to wake him up.

Standing in the entrance way of a luxury… hotel? It doesnt seem to have a reception, though, and the decorations feel far to personalized. He glances around to find the helpful ghost staring wistfully at one of the larger portraits. A family of three, a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark curls, a young boy with dark hair and a bright smile, and the face of the kindly ghost.

The butler(?!) calls for Danny to keep up and he rushes to catch up, more out of instinct than sense. The ghost wanders casually after them, pausing to admire artwork every now and again.

The butler drops Danny’s bags in what seems to be a guest room, or maybe this really was just an incredibly fancy hotel, the room had its own ensuite, desk, and empty closet and chest of drawers. Honestly Danny couldnt even hazard a guess anymore.

The butler(manager?) informed him that breakfast was at 8 am sharp every morning and dinner was 6 pm sharp every evening. Danny gave a dazed nod which was apparently all the older man needed before he vanished back into the hallway. Almost as quickly as the ghost did after giving Danny one last cheeky grin.

Queue Danny being weirdly introduced to the Batfam and doing his best to avoid the adoption papers at all costs while also trying NOT to be eldritch and strange around this also eldritch and strange family.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

The Wayne's didn't get their wealth through hard work and good business skills alone. There may or may not have been some dark magic, spirits, and soul binding contracts involved.

But that's all the way in the past. A long, and purposely, forgotten part of their history. Until it's time for the Wayne's to uphold their end of the deal.

During the family dinner, the demon comes intending to collect the soul of Bruce's first born son. Turns out that Damian isn't Bruce's first child and that Damian kinda forgot that he had an older brother. (They have some sort of time limit to save Danny)

While the Batfam (mainly Bruce) loses their shit. Danny, who is mid escape from some GIW facility, feels something attach itself to his core. It's warm, fuzzy and almost feels like a protective shield over his core. He doesn't think about it much and just focuses on escaping this hell hole.

Jazz, who's outside of the GIW facility as the get away driver, feels her core connects to her brother's, and that contact she made years ago coming into play. She sighs in relief. Everything is going to plan.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Sleeper

I'm not sure when this happened, but over the last year, I've become a Shiggy simp. So, here's a little drabble of LOV reader simping over her boss :)

If there’s someone that’s the definition of a sleeper build, it’s Shigaraki Tomura. His love of oversized hoodies and saggy pants prevented you from getting a glimpse of his body for the longest time. But his dry, bony hands and sharp jawline led you to believe that underneath his layers, he was little more than bone with a layer of skin. A walking skeleton if you will.

How wrong you were.

After assuming control of the PLM, your boss replaced his ill-fitting clothing with suits tailored to his figure, the attire clinging to muscles you hadn’t known existed. His newfound status resulted in him putting some effort—albeit minimal—into his appearance. His showers became more regular. He replaced his 2-in-1 body wash/shampoo combo with a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner combo and got proper body wash, a generic brand with a cliché masculine scent. Most majorly of all, he began trying to moisturize.

These changes forced you to come to a startling realization. Shigaraki is hot.

Perhaps, he’d always been attractive, and you were too busy running errands that resulted in you rarely being on base to notice his looks. It didn’t help that he always wore those blasted, creepy-ass hands. Or maybe—more realistically—he decided that his newfound power required a more elegant appearance.

Whatever the reason, you were grateful for it, and could only pray he hadn’t noticed your gawking as the other members of the League had.

[theeonlyroman]

@lovelyladyabsinthewrites: This is inspired by her hcs and story on Homelander being obsessed with his sister. Everyone go check her work out! It’s great! 😊

Homelander’s Odd Obsession I HCs

You were born a decade after HL, only meant to be his younger sister and primarily as a way to ease his already budding psychotic behavior.

It failed, when they introduced you both and made the mistake of “rejecting him” which made HL attempt to kill you when you were born merely children. But he failed to do so primarily because your body was indestructible so Vought had no choice but to send you away on an alternate path.

Stan Edgar being one of the few people to save you from ending up as “bad product” decided to have you raised under a more controlled environment where the outcome is for you to become the “All-American, Feminist Hero” as a way to show the public that they can come up with the times and that even corporate America believes in the feminist movement.

In regards to your power there was two distinct things about you that separated you from HL, your body is high in zinc and essentially given the “cheat code” to already have the knowledge and fighting capabilities in martial arts this being implemented in your brain as a fetus. Two primary factors that makes HL weaker compared to you that will play a major role in your relationship to The Boys.

You grew up as an “All American Girl in middle class suburbia”; your “parents” (Vought) gave you the perfect life, you had excelled in pretty much everything, joined school events, participated in school sports, had great friends (employees of Vought) yada yada yada every aspect of your life was carefully cultivated to “perfection” for the benefit of Vought.

But what made this “unique” was Stan Edgar who had taken an interest in your growth who had acted as your school guidance counselor, who in a odd way reminded you of the Cheshire Cat.

You graduated from your high school as valedictorian at the top of your class and was “tearfully” sent off to college by Stan Edgar himself who promised that he’d be there with you every step of the way. Interesting right?.

You were soon accepted into Godolkin University with a full ride scholarship with your major being supe medical sciences.

It was then you were spotted by none other than HL himself, what had peeked his interest about you was that you had shared the same shocking blue eyes as he did and he couldn’t easily spot you because of the high amounts of zinc in your body.

But your fatal mistake is that much like the others you idolized Homelander, you aspired to be just like him and your goal was to fight crime alongside him as a member of The Seven.

So HL being well HL decided to introduce himself to you under the guise of being a mentor to which you had eagerly taken too and because of this HL was charmed by you.

He loved that you had practically worshipped the ground he walked on and listened to his every word, you were an eager protege that looked at him as though he hung the moon and stars but most importantly you were able to keep up with him in terms of power which made him even more eager to be around you.

But there was two things he couldn’t shake and that was your eye color and the high amount of zinc in your body that only a select few knew that he couldn’t see.

So he decided to “investigate” but that really meant terrorizing Ashley into giving him information and making The Deep his dumbass lap dog.

It was then he discovered that your carefully hidden file, he learned that you are his sister by blood and the purpose of your creation was that you were meant for him but had been sent off because he had tried to kill you and rather than Vought “putting you down” (which would’ve been virtually impossible) they had sent you away on a much different path.

But HL didn’t read your file as the truth he read it as Vought cruelly depriving him of the one thing he desperately wanted and that was a family so he responded in his usual fashion and imposed his will on Vought and purposing the idea of the “Superhero and spunky sidekick trope”. HL cleverly stated that by him being the strongest and choosing you as his protege will benefit Vought in two ways; 1. Your a woman and 2. He will eventually name you as leader to The Seven. Which will benefit Vought in terms of popularity polls for a multitude of reasons i.e. feminism, corporate America, yada yada yada

Stan had no choice but to not only agree with this but to finally allow you and HL to officially become apart of each other lives.

So what that means for you is that not only are you a college student but you will now also be an official member of The Seven as HL’s esteemed protege, your supe name being

“Rosa, The All American Beauty, the girl boss that can do it all!”

So once HL was able to achieve in getting what he wants, he goes to you with “grim news” but really he’s there to tell you that you will officially be a member of The Seven as his protege.

Upon hearing this news you cry happy tears thanking him for this amazing opportunity and give him a genuine hug throwing nothing but genuine praises at him.

He tries to refrain from breaking character but it’s really difficult for him at the time but after sometime he left you (regretfully) to your own devices and he totally started crying happy tears that he’s finally got what he so desperately wanted and when you had hugged him for the first time in a long time it felt like it was genuine and the affection was real and not out of fear.

God that man is touch deprived.

Even though…your entire life was built out of lies but shhhh you don’t know that YET.

[petersoftparker]

loved ur fic about reader with concussion, maybe amnesiac reader next ? 👀

oooh man I live for amnesia trope u don't even understand

ok i'm thinking like a Peter Parker x reader x Harry Osborn (James Franco version) type situation

Where like Peter is either caught up with the cops or the doctors not clearing him for his own injuries so Harry is able to snake his way in and be like yea so im ur boyfriend and Peter is evil ....

Honestly tho idk how id end the fic, like does Reader believe harry and that becomes her life or does Peter somehow convince her that he is lying and she ends up with him again.

[consultingking]

continuing from yesterday’s britpop mormor AU I am now imagining the boys forming a band together:

jim would be the whiny suede type singer in skin-tight clothing and with dyed black hair, and sebastian would be more like the gallagher big coat type playing the guitar.

[birdiegray01]

He reloaded his computer once then twice and then one final time but no matter what it says the same. He can’t believe it. Talia lied to him, crushed his world, and then forced the lie upon him. She said she miscarried but the ten-year-old talking to Alfred in the med proves otherwise. Bruce had a son; he was a father, something so foreign to him. What even is a father Bruce wouldn’t know his father died when he was 8. Alfred is the closest he’ll ever get but neither man would be willing to admit that.

Bruce remembers meeting her for the first time. He was fourteen angry and in need of guidance and the League of Shadows gave him that. Talia was beautiful and elegant in a way Bruce had never seen before. Her tan skin was soft which contrasted with her rough calloused hands and her hair was long flowing down her back. Bruce was entranced the minute he saw her. Talia didn't make a move until he was seventeen though when he proved his strength and was finally going to leave the league. She came to him and ripped him up from the inside. He never came undone so thoroughly before his insides were mush and she was so sweetly cruel to him.

The two continued to mess around even with him gone until months later she told him of her pregnancy. She was a month along barely even a bump and Bruce was the happiest he had been since his parent's death. He was ready to give it all up his plans, his vengeance all for the bundle of joy Talia would bring. The miscarriage a month later broke him in ways he can’t explain. He never blamed her but a part of him felt it was the Lazarus pits fault that years of use festered and destroyed his child. Talia and he split almost immediately after he couldn’t bear being with knowing what they lost.

Now there’s a child of the right age that’s been dropped on Bruce's doorstep claiming to be his son. Bruce doesn’t know what hurts more the fact that it’s true and didn’t know about him until years later or that Talia lied and raised their son with league ideals without consulting him. Bruce wishes it was false and wishes that this child wasn’t his and just some league ploy to get under his skin but DNA doesn’t lie. Damian Al Goul is his son, his only son, and Talia made him a murderer.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred cuts through Bruce's internal monologue. Bruce looks away from the truth on the screen and to his butler. Alfred has his soulful eyes on with his arm lying in front of him. Alfred is going to try and give advice, but will Bruce listen, probably not. “Talk to him.”

Bruce's face pinches up ‘Talk to him’ Alfred says that like it’s easy. How is Bruce even meant to start that conversation oh hey ‘I’m your dad and Batman so stop killing!’ Yeah, that’d go well. Alfred raises one eyebrow his unsaid sass heard. Bruce sighs tiredly and moves to the med bay passing a pleased Alfred on his way.

He steps into the med bay. The bay has the newest medical equipment and two clean white beds. On the bed left of the entrance is where he sits. The boy looks up at Bruce once again taking his father in. They silently bask in each other’s presence unaware of how to approach the other. Bruce moves to the right bed sitting down in front of Damian.

“Son,” Bruce says almost as a need for confirmation. The acidic green eyes peer into Bruce’s icy blues. The two stare at each other waiting for one to back down. Neither do.

“Father.” Damian's voice is pitchy with a rich accent that makes its way into Bruce’s cementing his neglect. Damian should have a Middle Eastern, British, and polished New Jersey accent, not just the first. Bruce looks down ashamed, letting the ten-year-old win.

“You’ve killed?” Bruce asks, already knowing the answer but desperate for it to be different. Damian tilts his head and squints his eyes slightly pulling a sneer across his face.

“Tt, of course, do you believe me weak?” Damian snarls, his eyes glowing in anger at the perceived offense. Bruce puts his hands up in an attempt to show peace though the boy looks confused. Would Damian know peace probably not, how heartbreaking.

“No, it’s just I have a strict no-kill rule.” Bruce rushes to explain not wanting to further upset the volatile child assassin. The boy's face scrunches up with either confusion, judgment, or both. Damian scrutinizes him in silence, sizing Bruce up once more.

“How come, wouldn’t that make fighting… inconsequential?” Damian questioned accusingly like he expected Bruce to admit to lying.

“Some may think that but to me, killing would make me just as bad as the rogues,” Bruce explains knowing full well Damian will not see it that way.

“Idiotic.” Damian scoffs dramatically, rolling eyes.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Bruce tries to give a genuine smile but his face stains unused to the genuine movement. Damian's face scrunchs up in discomfort.

“Stop doing that.” Bruce laughs and Damian flames with anger. “Don’t laugh at me, you're the one looking like an imbecile!”

Bruce just laughs harder.

[deanmonlover]

If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand why I feel this way about our love and what I must do

this is so corey talking about reader and the things he would do for her

90s era music always screams corey to me

[raileurta]

Role reversal

I've been getting back into Black Butler recently and I have yet to see a role reversal au. I don't know why no one hasn't done it yet; it's such a missed opportunity for dynamic exploration and jokes.

Like imagine demon Ciel carrying around human Sebastian because he's hurt, but since Sebastian is much taller than him it just looks ridiculous.

[fandomsandfanfictionsgalore]

Anyone hear me out! I haven't seen anyone do this,but... Magical girl au of the rottmnt boys!!!

I haven't seen one before tbh so just read the tags. If y'all have idea on some stuff for it,I'd like to see them!!!

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC Drabble

When I was younger, I used to make paper stars. I would make thousands of them. I can still remember the night my mother snuck into my room and showed me how to make them and the joy I felt when I realized I could finally touch the stars. 

Of course, Grandfather didn’t like them and burned them in front of me whenever he found them. But I didn’t stop. I made more and more. In the time between training, I was supposed to eat and sleep. I made them till my fingers were sore and it hurt to touch. I made them till I could make no more. 

I find it amazing how as a child, I longed to touch what I could not reach. But now, if I wanted to, I could hold all the stars in the universe in my grasp.

[chlosmovingcastle]

semi angsty songfic drabble for the @thehauntedair starless sea drabble event <3

song: the view between villages extended by noah kahan!

✄┈┈┈┈

Left at the graveyard, I'm driving past ghosts

Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close

Waves crash around Dorian, mixing his salty tears with the bloodied water of the Starless Sea. His long-dead lover laying on the rocks below him, sword sticking out of his heart. Zachary's body is startlingly white compared to the maroon blood surrounding him. Dorian will get out of this place. For Zachary. But the waves are getting more aggressive, and there is nowhere to go but up the slippery rocks.

Dorian knows it's time to accept his Fate. He is going to die.

[affableboar-zero]

So I had an idea last night and I want to see if anyone sees my vision:

Aziraphale following Crowley after he's decidedly following around someone else (either Jesus or like someone who looks very similar to Azira) the same way he did with Aziraphale. All the while Aziraphale's trying to get his attention until one faithful time where Crowley looks back and they see each other. And Aziraphale gets hopeful because here it is they can finally talk and be together again and discuss things.

But Crowley simply looks back and continues walking.

And Aziraphale is heartbroken, because that means he either didn't see him at all, or doesn't want to see him. So he kind of stops and turns around, walking away.

Meanwhile, Crowley lets the person he's following around into his car, and they ask "Everything alright?"

"Yes, of course, Angel, I just thought--"

And he stops. Because he did see Aziraphale. And he hasn't muttered those words in a long time and it feels foreign and sweet and nice on his tongue but he tenses because he promised himself he was done.

He looks back to where Aziraphale once was, hoping to see him still standing there, only to see nothing but a crowd of people.

He sighs,adjusting his glasses closer to his face, and gets in the car.

[shinozax]

SPOILERS FOR SAINT SEIYA THE LOST CANVAS

I just finished rewatching The lost canvas and reading what happened in atlantis. After thinking it over, i realized that neither Kardia or Degel had to die. If we look at the judge (i forget his full name so ima just call him ramy), he was up against two gold saints. If Kardia alone was able to kill ramy then he couldve lived if Degel was there fighting with him.

Now of course he had to stop pandora from reaching Poseidon, BUT when Degel was on his way to stop pandora, she was knocked out cold by Poseidon’s power. Degel didnt even have to stop her.

PLUS Unity needed a gold saint to open the vase Poseidon was sealed in, so he couldnt have done anything harmful without Degel. DEGEL COULDA GONE BACK AND SAVED KARDIA BRUH

I mean cmon 2 saints against 1 judge is just a no brainer. Plus if Degel had gone back to help Kardia he’d still be alive too. Fighting against awakened Seraphina + Unity + Pandora together wouldve been so easy.

Though theres no way degel couldve known pandora wouldve been knocked out, and by the time he found that out Kardia was already dead. So it makes sense but… sucks. BUT If Degel wouldve stayed to fight with Kardia, theyd probably have defeated ramy twice as fast and caught up to Pandora before she reached Poseidon.

Isnt degel supposed to be the smartest saint? Even ants know that there are strength in numbers. They had a crazy advantage and i cant help but feel it was squandered. All for the sake of plot i suppose.

[zephrr]

Uhhh Scream AU..and Jason is one of the Ghostface and Andy is the other...just some moments. (Jason and Andy are the murderers. Patrick and Chance know abt it but don't want to be involved in killing so they are fake alibis.)

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Eddie and Steve are stuck together, bloodied and beaten due to encountering Ghostface (Jason) and now they're stuck with no where else to go and Jason is literally almost bursting into the room with brute force, slamming himself against the door repeatedly.

Eddie, one to not think while in fear, loudly exclaims;

"They gotta be at most 5'6, theres no way we can't beat them."

Jason stops and points at himself, offended. They just called him short... He's average height, tyvm. (They escape through the window.)

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The entire group is caught lacking by both Jason and Andy. Jason is behind them, Andy is in front. Someone dropped their gun and Andy picked it up, shooting Chrissy in the leg twice.

"Shit, Shit!" they looked around try to protect Chrissy and themselves but they were so focused on Andy and his gun that they forgot abt Jason. Jason ends up taking Gareth out the game. Straight up brutal.

Jason runs away, leaving only Andy.

"So what, you and your little girlfriend are just gonna kill us off one by one?" Robin asks, angrily.

Andy stops, looks around and imitates laugher.

"What's so funny?!"

Andy just walks away, they killed Gareth and Chrissy is almost done for so might as well walk away.

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At the end of it, most of the ppl survived. Robin, Chrissy, Eddie, Steve, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Mike (hospitalized though).

They were just hanging out in Steve's house, then Chrissy gets a call. It's Ghostface ofc.

"Did ya miss me, Chris' ?" Is all he said before hanging up. Jason and Andy show up again.

"What do you want from us?!" Chrissy practically yelled. They just got closer. Until they were basically touching them. Andy took off his mask.

"We, truely, didn't want this to go far...we only wanted Eddie at first but you guys got in the way." Andy stated.

"And? What abt your girlfriend, she needs to show her face too to know who's fucked up." Dustin stated, clearly alert.

Andy laughed. Jason pointed at himself and looked around. He was about to murder this kid. Girlfriend?! She?!

Jason took off his mask as well. The group was shocked...he was playing the role of the protective boyfriend/ex. He had alibis for where he was...HE DIED. THEY SAW HIM DIE.

"We...you..." Chrissy started.

" 'W-w-we', shut up," Jason teased, "I don't like how you guys thought I was a woman this whole time. Over my height."

"We saw you die." Robin stated. Jason giggled. "Die? Me? Nah, that was a fake. It took all the blame off me."

They were in shock... but hey, afterall...

It's always someone you know.

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(..also Chrissy left Jason like during all this so...yeah)

They didn't get caught btw. They left the state. Never to be seen again...just like Stu. In the end, they killed 7 ppl and hospitalized 3. (Not including innocent civilians.)