#new lil au :3

[zuxver]

They're balding lmao - Moon

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 106

Dan absolutely despised his parole at first, but honestly this is a blast. Sure, he’s stuck in the form of a cat, a kitten even, but he’d found an absolutely wonderful companion. Partner. Ally? Baby Chaos Lord? He’d work on it. 

Klarion is just happy to have found such a great familiar, he even named them Teekl II, which is a great name thank you very much hero-babies! So now he has two Teekl familiars, and Teekl II always gets so gleeful whenever they successfully pull a prank! He even has his own fire magic which is so fun! 

Danny is not happy to get thrown into another world, stuck as a kitten. He’s also not pleased to have found a sick baby liminal, but fine. If this is what he’s supposed to deal with then he’ll deal with it! Even if he has to be a familiar for a teeny tiny bit of time. It’s fine, and the dude has a pocket he can peek out of on his coat. 

Jason has no idea where this kitten came from but the Pit is being surprisingly chill about it. Something about a baby? Whatever, he’s made the furball a little matching outfit and they like to sit in his pockets and peer out. No idea how Cat Hood is making the shadows all spooky now or why the eyes went from blue to green, but whatever. 

Ellie is utterly delighted in this situation. She was just wandering, but now she’s a lil fluffy kitten, and ended up landing on this kid’s head. This magic kid’s head! He even has a talking tiger friend too! So cool! She’s definitely sticking with him! This will be so fun!

Billy was worried about making sure the kitten got food, she’s so tiny! Mr Tawny is a big help though, and apparently she’s his familiar now that he’s given her a mortal name? He doesn’t fully understand but apparently she’s connected to his magic now, if the shouts from the gods are anything to go by. Look, an electric cat is cool. Pakhet is amazing, and Fawcet thinks it’s adorable that Marvel has a kitten clinging to his shoulder

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[zu-is-here]

not feeling like a muse on his belated birthday

[1/27] Underlust by nsfwshamecave

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

I've been utterly fascinated by Good (better? nicer?) Chase design by @lizard-color4 from this post and desperately wanted to know more. Who's this man? What's his story? Why is his hand bandaged? Why is his fashion taste is so much better than Original Chase? And why the hell does his hug looks so nice??

so i um, decided to explore his design a little ;D

also bonus+ sorta?? continuation / my take on the after hug because i really craved more of that

bonus++ a silly doodle of my first attempt on his design because why not

[cappydoodle]

rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think

[lukasdoodles]

Did this a lil while ago when i was goin thru bad artblock and experimenting wif my colors again^^ Loud mouth

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Killer should get to bring Color close and lick all over his face to clean him up in stage three.

Don't ask for the context of how it happens.

Honestly there probably doesn’t even need to be much context with 3.

Killer’s probably very instinctive in this Stage—and probably more readily able to act on actual wants or desires or needs, probably just without anything the usual Stages have to filter the intensity and impulses or possible unintentional aggressiveness. So if 3 licks all over colors face it was probably an instinct thing.

Although being in this Stage probably indicates killers mental state has gone to hell 🙏😞 lil bro is stressing

{ @unamzi }

[almostyours]

★   .   SEPTEMBER  ‘24  ÆGENDA  FOR  ANGELS.

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[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[jtl-fics]

Happy first WIPW of the year Ash ✨🙂

I hope your first steps into 2024 were relaxing and exciting at the same time 🙌

[The line "I need to be in control of myself before I knock him over the head" is both the sweetest and most hilarious ever. You secretly work for a theater, don’t you? 😅🤗]

If possible, I would ask for a tiny little beautiful piece of our beloved New 👑

Happy New Year Ash 💝✨🤍💫

Greetings to Janie and FF as well ✨

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Closed) | New Kings AU

"You did that on purpose!" Kevin points at Andrew as he pulls off his shoes and tries to find somewhere to wash them.

"Fuck you." Andrew manages between panting breaths.

"I was just trying to stop you from ending up in jail where you definitely won't be able to see Neil!" Kevin huffs before remembering, "Andrew, he might not-"

"Shut up!" Andrew yells. "If he's...if he's not here then I'm going to go and fucking find him." he hisses. "I know all the spots nearby. He showed me the spots he liked to hide." Andrew coughs wetly and Kevin takes a step back.

[blorbologist]

Architect of our demise: Chapter 5

Scheduling, chores, and discussions of religious desecration over black coffee. Such is the routine aboard a skyship.

The Grey Huntress sighs, as if in awe of the proceedings. The floor tilts beneath their feet as she rocks in the wind.

Percival knots his fingers together. He would like to think about this. He probably does not have nearly as much time to think as much as he would like. Not just yet, with Vex’ahlia watching him in the low light. Despite how still she stands her chest trembles and heaves in turn - trying desperately to keep a lid on her emotions. 

He gives himself until she’s evened out her breathing. Perilous little time, but enough to get to the heart of the issue:

“So,” he says. Her ears twitch. “This is… a lot.”

Vex’ahlia croaks a laugh. “You’re telling me.”

There are so many questions to ask. But Percival has enough tact to know he can only offer a few before she walls up this wound again. Best avoid the painful bits and stick to business.

(Why? Did the ritual go wrong? Why? So she’s over a hundred years old? Why? Is her bond to death strengthened by their relationship? Why? Why achieve godhood only to want to revoke it?)

“If I am, ah, understanding you correctly: you stuck close to me in the hopes I would know how you could undo the Reaper - your brother’s godhood?” She nods. “Without… wiping him from reality, as the ritual did to his predecessor?” Another nod. “And, hm. Putting him in an aeormaton?”

This time she shrugs. “I mean? Not necessarily,” she says. Her voice is weaker than she’d like; it comes out stronger as she continues: “I just want him back. And - well, his body is… a whole thing. So that makes more sense.

“And I understand,” she’s quick to add, “if - you said it can’t be done. Couldn’t, with your family.”

But the god of death is not dead. 

But the god of death is not a nobody, a soul like no other. 

Her optimism is sensible. But Percival keeps himself from flinching nonetheless. 

And yet - and yet! Sore as he may be, he is wired, humming with energy so vicious he might shock himself. Without a spark of magic he carved enchantment into being, leylines writ small. He, a mortal man, is creator of thousands, made not by messy biology or unknowable divinity but his own hand. Five names, a list of people too powerful to touch, and he had killed four and ensured no mage would ever feel so untouchable again.

What would the world look like, without a deity to mind death? Unshackled from fate? What if the Reaper Prince’s iron grip on his loom, cutting frayed threads, was not there to deny his family’s return? 

There is the one snag of his entire laboratory having gone up in smoke. And that he failed, before. But science is a ladder; perhaps this was the one wrung missing to reach his family’s hands and pull them out of the heavens.

They’ve been in the ship’s hold for a time, now. The thought of leaving the wheel unattended unsettles him; Percival stands, brushing dust and metal shavings from his coat. Some sticks. Ugh, he’d forgotten about the blood.

“... I can’t give you an answer just yet.” It comes out more gently than expected. “However, it’s - frankly, this is too tantalizing a prospect to not consider. Will he - the Warden of Ravens - try to stop you? Stop this?”

“I don’t know. But I know him - I know him,” she insists. “He won’t help, because he’s - such a dutiful shit about things. But I have to try.”

He understands that perfectly well.

Prologue | Keep reading on AO3!

[berrysquared]

May I ask for lore from your superhero au?

Love your art style btw! *^-^*

AHH THANK YOU SO MUCH !! This means so much to me truly ahhhh 💕

A lot of lore for the au is still in bits and pieces beacuse uni decided to kinda hit me like a truck this semester :’) im sorry about that

With my hotguy au the only rule I set for myself is that I’m fully following the guidelines for characters set by Scar on that one stream he did. So each role is (kinda) exactly what he wanted it to be (even if it meant making jellie an actual mayor and trying to make that work) and Im just trying my best to actually pull it together into one big au that is 90% just very silly and 10% angst backstories. I will be adding some characters which weren’t in the list tho! Like Scott (who for now is a starlord alien pirate who travels with Cleo on her space piracy adventures) and Joel (idk what he will do yet but hes gonna be there)

As for specific lore that hasn’t been out in the world yet, i can give you some of grians backstory I came up with help from the one, the only @1captainjordan4 my beloved 💕

(As I was writing this i kinda realised that this got really long im sorry, i will put it under keep reading ;-; also im not the best at writing stuff out so excuse that)

In this au Grian and Pearl are siblings who have been orphaned and have been living as street rats all their childhood. They have become accustomed to stealing and fighting (and got kinda good at it) from a very early age and steadily have been falling more and more into criminal circles.

During that time Grian got approached by the Watchers organisation who promised to provide for both him and Pearl in exchange of him spying on their behalf, being a messenger etc. Desperate, he accepts their offer but hides it from Pearl and just says he got a legit job or smth, knowing she would not approve of it as it is too dangerous and would try to discourage him and look for another way.

The missions grew more and more dangerous and with each one Grian distanced himself from Pearl further and further. (Which in turn pushed her to seek the truth and become an investigative journalist)

As time goes on Grian gets a job as a scientist and actually tries to live a normal life as a “retired villain” but still is unable to fully escape the Watchers who force him to take jobs every so often. This pattern continues until he gets indebted to Scar who saves him and in true Grian fashion just Has To stick around and help him until the debt is repaid and thus becoming cuteguy!

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[acerikus]

I forgot how good chocolate twists were what the fuck

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Silly Poll

I want to get some good data for this, so if you vote, please reblog ^v^

[celestialscribbler]

OMG WITHOUT GIVING AWAY ANY SPOILERS WHAT HAS BEEN YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT DOING PIP IN TIME? 😁😄😃😀

This project has been so much fun, from designing the layouts, figuring out juicy plot points and weaving them into a bigger narrative or just indulging in my wittebane brain rot but thinking about characterization makes me absolutely feral (actual discord message shared above). The show only gives us snippets of who Phillip and Caleb were at this age so there's a lot of room to decide what makes them tick and lead them down the canon path they ended up on. What makes people the way they are, what makes them change, mind games, poor communication, how siblings influence each other and how new environments can enforce or modify thought patterns, how they'd react to the unexpected and why. And it's not like i really overthink every scene like this but when it comes together it's just so satisfying. I may not always be the best at conveying what I have in mind, and it took me a minute (all of chapter 1) to figure out what i wanted to do with Caleb, but thinking about character is the best.