#queenie is trying

[chez-cinnamon]

Ideas ideas ideas....

Thinking of adventures that could take place in my AU, a fancy ball adventure sounds perfect!!!!!!

There would be more but I had a busy and stressful day lol

[theycallmequeenie]

I swear to dog, I am smarter than my neurodivergence allows me to show the world… 😅

[queeniewithabeanie]

Blue Rose Syndrome

Dpxdc Prompt #27

Turns out ghosts have their own fucked up version of Hanahaki. Instead of being a result of unrequited love, ghosts will start coughing up flowers from their core when they can't fulfill their obsessions.

It's always the same type of flower too, blue roses. Something so unnatural they mean 'unattainable'.

And it seems that whatever higher power there is in the world really hates Danny, because while he's at his happiest, he's also most susceptible to the disease.

Danny fought through a lot of shit, he escaped his parents, the GIW, and finally found a family that loved him, the Waynes.

His obsession didn't act up in Gotham because there were just so many vigilantes already helping there. And then of course that all went out the window when the family Danny prized so much turned out to be the very same vigilantes putting themselves into grave danger every night.

He tries to help out in his human form? He's told they can handle themselves and that he needs at least six months of bat-training before he can go out onto the field.

He tries to help out as Phantom? He's told "no metas in Gotham" and he can't exactly reveal his identity to his family. The more people that know about him, the more at risk he is to the GIW.

Danny's been coughing up blue roses for over a week now and his core gets weaker every time one exits his throat.

The longer he waits, the less able he is to protect, and the more dangerous the disease becomes to him.

It's a cycle of self-destruction and Danny can't do anything about it.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Something something... Eddie and Steve are mirror images of each other. Both start as larger than life caricatures of a high school stereotype. But one is "cool, jock, athletic" and the other is "nerdy, freak, outsider"

Something something... except jocks are supposed to be 'aggressive' and nerds 'passive' but they are each the opposite. Eddie starts out as seemingly VERY aggressive (manhandles the boys, yells, makes scenes, etc). Steve starts out as relatively passive (snarky, flirty, dorky, lover-boy).

Something something... they end up flipping back to pre-conceived notions. Steve fights Jonathan, fights the demogorgon. Eddie runs away, hides in the boathouse.

Something something... weapons with nails. A baseball bat is direct fighting, aim to hurt, melee, aggressive. A trashcan lid is a shield, aim to protect, safe.

[peachybunana]

this is what happened in canon guys. Believe me

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Uuuuuuuuuh

…

I don’t like what this is implying

[obamerzslop]

uhrm caine and queenie fighting over kinger

Caine is having none of that lol, Kinger just dosen't want them to fight :[

[andro-dino]

when yuo and your partner are both furry

bonus

you cannot give me a creature who is fluffy but otherwise has no animalistic features I will start giving them cat qualities and you will be powerless to stop me

[ervikirvi]

I FORGOT HOW TO DRAW KINGER

@distantmaniacallaugh

[kakusu-shipping]

Wait I don't wanna be an asshole who only posts Silly Meme Crossover ships, so REAL FAST, I don't get crossover ships much but one I HAVE been considering and I'll share it to offset the silly haha meme I just posted. Deal? Cool

Checkered King X Kinger

Both Kings in an Unreal world, both Chess Themed, Both Purple-adjacent, and both are tragic bisexuals who lost their beloved wife (Checkered King to an unspecified illness, Kinger to Abstraction)

Do I think they should kiss? Eeeeeh. Do I think they should go to the same group therapy sessions and chat? Absolutely.

I dunno if you asked me a crossover ship I liked now I think I would say these two. It helps I consumed all of their medias in the same 24 span of time.

[beetlegh0st]

I just watched ep 3 of tadc but I can’t stop thinking about the similarities between Kinger and the guy in the tapes, he says that his goal was to protect his wife and hypothetical children but he ended up shooting his wife instead thinking she was the monster

Kinger says that the dark is what calmed his wife down but he’s the one who gives off light, also I can’t help but think of Kinger and Pomni when he says hypothetical children

We don’t actually know what lead Kinger’s wife to abstraction but it would be devastating to find out it was him

[dailyanimatronics]

[ID: a drawing of queenie fox sitting with one leg bent and the other spread out with the bottom of the shoe facing the viewer. she's resting one arm on her leg, with the other beside it. /end ID]

guy whos sick: i should try to use a pose with perspective

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Little Stalker

Dpxdc Prompt #21

Timothy Jackson Drake is amazing at being really good at things he can't let anyone else know about.

Exhibit A: Tim is very sneaky, or at least sneaky enough that Batman and Robin don't notice him stalking following them around at night.

Exhibit B: Tim is a great photographer! He's most likely gotten more clear photos of the Dynamic Duo in the past week than everyone else since they started operating.

Exhibit C: Tim is an awesome detective. He's figured out Batman and Robin's identities, which he's pretty sure no one else has done.

All and all Tim is great at sneaking, photography, and detective work! Except—it seems—when any of it has to do with Phantom, the vigilante of Crime Alley.

Tim: follows Jason and Bruce around every night for a week, with neither even looking into his direction Also Tim: steps one foot into Crime Alley and is picked up by the hood of his sweater by Danny and corralled by him outside of Gotham City's crime central

Tim: takes flawless photos of Jason and Bruce, having dedicated so much time to doing so that they probably would be mistaken as professional Also Tim: anytime he gets close enough to Danny to even take a photo they come out so blurry it looks like tv static

Tim: figured out Bruce, Dick, and Jason's identities from a fact he learned when he was like 3 years old Also Tim: doesn't even have a vague idea that Phantom, protector of Crime Alley, and Danny, his babysitter are even tangentially related

Meanwhile Danny's just trying to look out for the guys that Batman and Robin's help for some reason doesn't extend to. Now if only the kid that he babysits for a little extra cash would stop trying, and failing, stalking him.

[0kami-19]

Kinger & Queenie 💔

I was supposed to post it tomorrow but I couldn't resist.

What's the name of Queenie and Kinger's ship by the way?

[luna-the-cretar]

Oh my god, I can’t believe Nikkie fucking “and there was only one bed”-ed Lethica and Marius.

[queenofbaws]

ooo how about "is everything okay?" "i just need a distraction.." from that midnight calls prompt list with josh n ashley :]

There was no excuse, really. She couldn't say she was 'in the zone,' couldn't say she was trying to get there, couldn't say she was lost in her thoughts, couldn't say she was attempting to find them...she couldn't even say she was asleep, or dozing, or skimming through which of her nine thousand fantasy universes she'd be using instead of counting sheep when bedtime actually did come around. Ashley jumped because jumping was, well, her body's natural reaction to most sudden sounds (and sudden movements, and sudden stops, and sudden realizations, and, and, and...); there wasn't an excuse that applied.

Didn't mean she had to tell Josh that.

She hit the button to answer her phone on speaker, dropping her head into her hands immediately afterwards. "Hello?" she sighed, doing her best to cover the adrenaline-quakes in her voice.

Now, a normal person probably would've noticed anyway. A normal person would've stopped and reconsidered. A normal person would've said something like 'Oh, is this a bad time?' or 'What's up with you?' or maybe even 'Augh, is it too late? Sorry, I didn't even think about that!'

But this wasn't a normal person.

This was Josh.

He blew right past her, full steam ahead.

"I think I figured it out. What ruined the whole thing, I mean. And before you say it, no, it's not even the choice to have the kid do all that rapping. I know that's hard to believe, but stick with me on this one, okay? I've put a lot of thought into it."

There went the spike of fear, deflated like a discount grocery store balloon. If there was any benefit of being in Josh's quote-unquote inner circle, she had to figure it was that; he could use his crappy Psych 101 powers for good sometimes (when he deigned to), finding the precise spot to apply pressure until you forgot all the stuff that was bothering you and you were left so flummoxed that your brain chemicals miraculously balanced out.

Still, that...didn't mean she had the first idea what he was talking about.

Blinking hard, she checked the time and pinched herself for good measure, ruling out all the obvious explanations. But no, no, she was awake and it wasn't even that late, so Josh's word salad was sort of just that - word salad. She ran through the greeting again, scanning it with the searching eye of a reading comprehension test expert, aaaaaaand...nothing. Narrowing her eyes, she stared down at her phone, watching the seconds tick, tick, tick away between them.

"...what?"

"I figured. It. Out," he repeated, proving once and for all that nope, nuh-uh, no explanation was forthcoming. He was leaving her high and dry, trusting that - sooner or later - experience or context or straight-up telepathy would bridge the gap between them. "It isn't the diaper to the face either. Again, not a choice I would've made, but it's not the heart of the issue, know what I mean?"

Gap? Had she said it was a gap between them? Screw that - this was the Grand Freaking Canyon.

"Josh," she sighed, pressing her fingers hard to the ridge of her eyebrows as if it would help organize her thoughts. "I have...no idea what you're talking about. Is this some weird new crank call you're trying out? Because I have to be honest, it's, like, not...good."

The nerve of him, he sighed back at her from the other end of the line, acting like she'd been the one to call him in the middle of the night. "You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't!"

"You do! The Visit!"

"The...what?" At that, she took him off of speaker, pressing the phone to her ear. Why she did it, she couldn't say, but hearing his voice concentrated down like that had to help something, didn't it? "What visit? We haven't gone anywhere!"

"No, The Visit. Remember?"

Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. "I don't."

"Sure you do. The grandparents were dead all along?"

"I - what?"

"And then the kid rapped."

Squinting, she stared at her ceiling fan, her mouth tracing words her voicebox was too confused to push out, and - then it hit her. Ashley rocked forward where she sat, her body going slack as the connection was finally - FINALLY - made. "Oh my God...that movie?! That awful movie we watched?!"

"Uh, yeah, duh."

"Josh, that - " Shaking her head, she glanced towards her planner, feeling her confusion bubble right back up again. " - that was three weeks ago! Why are you still thinking about this?!"

"What can I say, it stuck in my craw."

"It stuck in your - " But before she could finish the thought, before she could tease him too badly for being weird or obsessive or weirdly obsessive, her eye caught something else.

The date.

And there it was, the experience, the context, the straight-up telepathy. In that instant, it all made sense.

How was it February already? How hadn't she noticed? How -

There wasn't any quiver to her voice that time. Honestly, she wasn't sure it had ever sounded as calm and even as it did then, her weight on her elbows and her eyes slowly shutting to block out tomorrow's date. (Today's, really, if you wanted to be pedantic, but, whatever.) "Okay, if it wasn't the rapping or the diaper thing or the grandparents, then, like, what's the problem?"

"The squandered potential. That's what it all comes down to: That twist could've knocked my fucking socks off, but it didn't, and you know why? Every. Single. Fucking. Plot beat. Was making it clear that a twist was waiting to happen. It was hardly even a surprise at the end! Could you imagine if the whole thing had been played straight right up until that revelation? Bam. Instant classic. Instead, we got, like, what, ninety minutes of winking and elbow-nudging like 'Aw shit, I bet a twist is coming any second now...' Ruined the whole fucking thing."

Another side-effect of being in Josh's quote-unquote inner circle: Sometimes the Psych 101 bullcrap rubbed off on you. Because of that, Ashley thought she could hear their real conversation, the true one, happening loud and clear, lost somewhere between the lines - "You doing okay?" "Nah, not really." "Want to talk about it?" "Nah, not really." "Is this about - " "You know what it's about." "What can I do?" "Help me not think about it. Just for a second. Just for a minute. Help me, help me, help me."

She could do that.

Ashley leaned forward until she rested with her arms on her desk and and head in her arms, the phone still tucked safely between her ear and shoulder. "How would you fix it then, Mr. Genius? Obviously you have some ideas."

"How would I fix it? How would I fix it? Ohoho, Ash, I don't think you know what sort of can of worms you just popped open...how much time you got?"

"For you?" she asked, closing her eyes again as she settled into the sound of his voice, pretending they both weren't fully aware tonight was the anniversary of the twins going missing. "All the time it takes, I guess."