#the au graveyard

[graementality]

Ok I had an idea for a CCCC au/mini story thing??? Inspired by this post

So Heart being formed from Soul and a previous 4th character that doesn't exist anymore.

Bear with me, I'm making this up on the spot.

Perhaps before Heart (and Mind?? I'll have to research The Sun loretm) existed, it was just Soul and Theia. At some point they had some sort of major discourse which ultimately led to them combining, and creating Heart. (except Soul didn't disappear, instead of 'combining' maybe instead, a part of Soul merged into Theia and that became Heart) Then Mind came along through similar events.

The timeline for this would make alot of sense to have happened when Whole was a baby or something since he would be just gaining all these things (sort of like how in Inside Out, Riley starts off with just Joy then the other's come along). Soul reveals this in a kind of 'dad lore' moment to the other two.

In current time, Soul is crazy paranoid about the same thing happening to Mind and Heart since they are constantly at ends. Soul fears that they're going to split/combine/break just like he did, and what he does about that becomes a major plot point.

Souls also got crazy angst relating to Theia; long lost love type situation (not necessarily romantic tho it would most likely be platonic or familial).

Wooohh new AU just dropped, I may work on this, I may not 🤷‍♂️ Enjoy my ramblings

[starz-n-stuff]

Dp x Dc prompt

Dead on Main

Jason going to visit his grave feeling sentimental (why he’s going is up to u I just needed some words in there) and meeting Danny “I ran a red light and there was a cop behind me so I pulled into the graveyard and picked the first grave I found and started crying so that they wouldn’t arrest me” Fenton

Tag me or repost this if u use the prompt!!

[astro-can]

sbg art pt six…actor au???

(I’ve gotten paranoid after hearing that red is on tumblr lol anw my sbg posts r getting really popular so here’s another one)

[mxmarsbars]

bro is NOT cut out for the graveyard shift 😭😭

anyways new clethimpdubs au just dropped. I’m obsessed.

[florencemtrash]

The Graveyard Shift: Chapter II

Simon Riley x f!Reader

Author's Note: Credit goes to @gloomwitchwrites and this specific post for inspiring this fic! This idea has lived in my mind rent free for weeks now, so I'm finally just going to do something about it.

Summary: Simon is a lonely grave keeper in Victorian England who puts a marriage proposal ad in the London newspaper. You can guess what happens next...

Warnings: abusive marriages (not Simon), allusions to SA in later chapters (not explicit)

The Graveyard Shift Masterlist

Masterlist of Masterlists

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Simon Riley woke, as he always did, thirty minutes before the sun. Alone. He baked biscuits and a single slice of bacon for breakfast, let Riley out into the woods behind the cottage to conduct his business, and ate on the wicker chair by the front steps. He waited for his tea to cool enough that he could swallow it in one great mouthful, and when the sun had risen high enough to ricochet off the gravestones and cast the world in a blue hue, he took his bag of digging tools and set off into the graveyard with Riley at his heels. 

Riley meandered about the stones, shoving his black nose into the grassy earth and hunting for creatures that swam in the deep, dark crust, blind and protected. Simon paid little mind to his dog as he carefully plucked the weeds from each and every gravestone. He scrubbed at the moss and fungi that bloomed in whorls along the engravings, only whistling on occasion to remind Riley not to disturb the wildflowers that grew in gentle tufts. There were no new graves to dig. No new headstones to carve. Today was just about the gardening.

It was hard labor, but quiet. Pensive. Not at all the grotesque task people made it out to be. Simon liked to think he was but a visitor to the souls that might be roaming the graves. Liked to think that they approved of the careful selection of flowers he planted along the edges of the graveyard, or the way he trimmed the grass right up to the stone markers. Or the way he remembered to pluck and discard every branch that had been snapped in the previous night’s rainfall. 

He was halfway through the workday, sweat collecting at the seam of his cap when he heard Father Hughes’ familiar, asthmatic heaving up the hill. The spindly man appeared slowly over the crest and then all at once. His clean cap and narrow black clothes gave the impression that he was always pointing to God — a fitting appearance for the tallest clergyman that anyone had seen on this side of Kent. 

Simon took off his cap in welcome, silently trudging back to his house to set the kettle on for Father Hughes. The clergyman stumbled in after, rapidly folding himself into the nearest chair and rubbing his chest. 

“Lord have mercy on me,” he huffed, “That hill will be the death of me.” 

Simon chuckled good naturedly, waiting for the exact moment Father Hughes would once again forget his height and slam his knee into the kitchen table. The moment came soon after with a brusque, polite, “Good heavens!” Then Simon placed the teacup on the table. 

“God bless you, Simon. I’m glad I caught you at home—” there were few other places Simon frequented “—for I have good news!” He slid a short stack of letters across the table, all of them still stamped and sealed. “I would have delivered them sooner, but alas, I needed to visit the Tomlins all of last week.” 

Simon nodded in understanding, busying himself with frying a slice of bread over the fireplace. He knew very well that the youngest son, William Tomlin had passed away after a long bout of sickness. He had dug the grave after all. 

“Thank you, Father Hughes,” he answered in his low, sandpaper voice. 

Simon could not read. He could only sign his name and had a steady enough hand to engrave the gravestones so long as he followed someone else’s marks. Father Hughes took care of all else. Simon waited as the clergyman cracked open the first letter and read the contents aloud. 

“Margaret Tacker. 19 years old of London. A conduit for the spirits—”

“No occultists.” He couldn’t stand the ones looking to make cheap money off someone else’s tragedy. They could go haunt someone else’s graveyard but not his. 

Father Hughes opened the next two letters but didn’t bother reading them to Simon before he rolled them up and shot them into the fireplace. A wave of sparks spit out onto the floor where Simon kneeled, but the man didn’t so much as flinch, only pulled up the thin scarf he covered his mouth with when working in the graveyard, and continued cooking.

“Alice Bingham. 48 years—well that’s a bit too old for you.” 

Simon sighed as another letter was fed to the flames. The advert had gone out only once in the London papers two weeks ago and although a fair few women had responded, none had been of promise. Most were of the spiritual trend that spread through the cities like wildfire more interested in disturbing the spirits that Simon tended to than finding a husband. The other third were, as Father Hughes liked to judge them, harlots and thieves. Simon had scoffed when Father Hughes had first uttered those words — a grave keeper was hardly of any worth to a woman after money — but even he had to agree that their letters did not entice him, and he so desperately wanted a wife.

He wondered if he was being too choosy. A man of his age and profession could not afford to be select with women, especially not one so lonely as Simon with only Riley and Father Hughes for company. And yet he had hoped to find someone who might care for him. Someone he could take care of in kind. 

It was Father Hughes’ silence that caught Simon’s attention as he slid over a buttered piece of fried toast. The cookware squeaked across the scuffed table and crumbs fell into Father Hughes’ wiry beard as he chewed and pondered the final letter.

“Y/n Hall of London, though originally born of Henley-on-Thames, Oxfordshire, where the weather is no better or worse than anywhere else. 25 years of age. Can sew, knit, cook, clean, read, and sing (passably). Would enjoy gardening if given the chance. Of small upbringing. Quiet and of respectable countenance. Never married.”

Simon snatched up the photo that Father Hughes held the moment the letter was read. Very few of the women sent photos, though most wrote of facial features too perfect to be true. It was a common tintype, slightly blurred from movement so that the edges of her hair and dress seemed to merge into the background. A soft, solemn face stared back at him with eyes so deep he thought he might fall forward into the picture and disappear forever. Although she did not smile for the picture, he swore he saw the faintest turn in her cheeks that suggested she did, at least on occasion, laugh. 

“Anything else?” Simon asked breathlessly. His heart should not have been beating so quickly in his chest, nor his cheeks as warm as they were. He tugged his scarf up higher, hiding behind the dark cloth until only two plain, brown eyes looked out.

“There is a return address to a bishop in London, but nothing else.” 

Simon memorized every line that had been read to him. It wasn’t so dreary in the countryside as it was in London, and if she was interested in gardening, she could help him expand the herb selection behind the cottage. He could ask Father Hughes for books. He could—

He froze. He was imagining too much already, thinking too heavily before she’d even properly agreed to marry him. 

“What do I do next?” He asked. 

Father Hughes blinked and then smiled slow as syrup. He drummed his slender fingers on his cap, looking around the cottage deep in thought. 

It was a small house where the drawing room, entryway, kitchen, and dining room were one and the same. The front of the house stared out rows of gravestones that sloped down to the town below like it was carried on a wave of green. But the floors were swept clean every night and bore only a respectable number of scuffs. The walls were bare and lime-washed once a year. The pantry was stocked just enough for one man and a dog, but free of spiders and dust. It was all clean and lived in… but terribly lonely. Father Hughes thought it could use the spark of color that only a companion could bring — the sense of permanence that made a house a home.

“I can have the marriage papers drafted and sent to this bishop in London. A lawyer will need to approve of the documents, and of course, the lady must sign them, her family members made aware and affairs managed. And—.”

“Could you take care of all that?”

“Why certainly, I—”  

“Then?” 

Father Hughes huffed. Simon Riley was a man of such few words it never occurred to the clergyman that he could be interrupted by said man. 

“Then you will find yourself in possession of a wife. She will find her way to Chilham and…”

“And?!”

“Then you shall do what married people do.”

Was it really all that simple? Simon couldn’t fathom it as he spent the next weeks preparing the house. He’d been perhaps too quick to sign the papers and shove them in Father Hughes’ hands, barely giving the priest time to read aloud the contract to him. Then he’d set off into town — which he rarely did — and gone to the blacksmith for a ring — which he could scarcely believe. What he left with days later was a simple band with a misshapen pearl that had once belonged to his grandmother. 

Then came the cleaning, and the rearranging of his items to make space for her — which took a depressingly short amount of time, for Simon had little — and the building of a new wardrobe to fill the corner of his bedroom. 

Their bedroom. He reminded himself not for the first time, wiping the sweat that trickled down from his temples to the black mask he kept over his nose and mouth. It was difficult work tending to graves. Even harder work digging them from sunup to sundown with nothing but grave markers, a dog, and the ghosts for company. 

For good measure he came into the possession of a vanity that he refurbished and stained a handsome mahogany before leaving it beside the new wardrobe. 

That would be her corner, he decided, and every morning he would get to lay in bed and watch as she put up her hair, and every evening he would watch as she brushed it out and prepared for bed. 

The image came to him so forcefully that he had to swallow three times to clear his throat. He hadn’t realized how much he missed having another person in his life — another body to hear moving around his home. Perhaps she would hum as she worked in the kitchen and read to him at night as he helped keep the fire alight for evening tea. It hurt him to think about it. 

It excited him so.

Riley huffed against his knee, staring up with eyes black as pitch as he whined and shook his bushy brown tail. 

There was one gravestone, old enough that time and wind had worn away the words once etched into the rock, that Simon liked to lean back on as he drank ale at the end of a long day. The air was hot and stifling, but he found he could breathe a little easier now.  

He cracked a small smile, running his rough hands through Riley’s brown-black coat and rubbing his pointy, velvety ears. 

“You won’t get to sleep with me in bed no more. Sorry.” But he wasn’t terribly apologetic. Simon knelt down, letting the shepherd lick his salty skin. “I hope you’re as excited as I am. I hope she likes us both.” 

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[tragedry]

MORE SPIDERMAN TYLER 🔥

new fanart, same AU bc spiderman!tyler has me in a chokehold 😔

i appreciate all the lovely comments ppl have been leaving on my art (both on insta and tktk) and it's amazing how hyped y'all have been for this silly little AU of mine!

anyway, i've got a few more wips planned out for this so pls stay tuned 💖

[thegraveyardsh1ft]

There was something about Rambley and Lloyd’s relationship that reminded me of another duo….

[michaelscorneroftheinternet]

Question for whomever wants to answer it....is anyone watching over the meme graveyard???

SMG4: He always seems so excited to go visit the Internet Graveyard..

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

***

While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[graementality]

The first two chapters of my AU 'The Heart Forsaken' are up!!!

Summary:

When Harmonia shines, Atlas beholds him. Without a Heart, how does a man continue on? When his Soul is decrepit and shaved down to its bare bones, how does he keep up the facade of life? When his Mind is the only thing left standing after the gruelling war, how does he not fall victim to its lies just the same as everyone else has?

Or

Heart is left behind in Apathy to rot while the others become whole without him. Surely this won't have any negative consequences, right?

Go check it out!! My first time actually publishing a fic so I'd love feedback and stuff :3 enjoy!

[alynwdym]

SBG STREAMER AU

(Basically, this is about what would have happened if there was no Phantom Dimension and the entire SBG company were streamers)

Ashlyn:

● Nickname: LYN3TT3_X (or just Lyn)

● Content: Mostly plays games and does reactions to horror.

● Reason: Ashlyn is pretty emotionless, so she doesn't show fear in many games or videos. Viewers really want to see her get scared, so they ask her to play different horror games/watch horror movies. She also sometimes plays strategy games and people like her critical thinking in such games.

● Additional: Ashlyn also has specially configured donations that allow viewers to make scary screamers. Anyone who was able to scare Ashlyn in any way is given VIP on her streams, which give some cool features (You can count such people on one hand)

● Reason: Ashlyn started streaming when she once broke her leg during ballet. Her leg was put in a cast and she couldn't do ballet for 2 months. At this time, Ashlyn was alone at home and almost going crazy. One day, while watching the stream, she thought that she could do the same. Her first stream was 30 minutes long and she played a horror game. She only had one viewer and it didn't last long. She was quickly noticed and started gaining popularity.

Aiden:

● Nickname: 4C3cdc (or just Ace)

● Content: Dynamic games, puzzles, racing.

● Reason: Aiden is quite active and energetic. Many people like Aiden's activity and charisma. The way he plays different games is liked by viewers. Aiden also often completes different challenges.

● Additional: Aiden has a tradition of recording big donors and completing their different challenges.

● Why: As a child, when Aiden was left alone, he often watched different streamers and also wanted to become like them. For him, this also became a way to avoid loneliness. His first stream lasted an hour, where he chatted and played racing in a multiplayer. Some time later, he was noticed and he very quickly began to gain popularity.

Ben:

● Nickname: TheSilentMusician(Or just Mime)

● Content: Music streams using guitar, drawing.

● Reason: Ben is sweet and calm. Many people like how comfortable and calm his streams can be. Although he is always silent, this gives the stream its own atmosphere. Sometimes Ben holds streams where he just draws different things or his followers.

● Additionally: for donations, he draws different drawings and posts them all on his Instagram

● Why: After Ben lost his voice, he still wanted music and sharing it. He started streaming and playing the guitar. It is also calming for him and his psychologist supported his idea to start streaming.

Taylor:

● Nickname: GoodTwin(Or just Tay)

● Content: Roleplay games, multiplayer games and reactions.

● Reason: Taylor is a sweet and kind girl. Followers like how kind she plays different games and her touching reactions to videos with cats:) She often makes reactions than plays games. But most of all, she plays roleplay games with her insight. Completely immersing herself in the story of the game.

●Additional: Sometimes Taylor can play horror games, but she is always very scared of them. Therefore, many people donate specifically to complete horror games.

●Why: Taylor felt lonely and useless for some time. When her family needed money, Taylor wanted to get a job, but Tyler did not allow it. When she found out that streamers make money, she wanted to help her family in this way. She suggested Tyler to start streaming to earn money without getting a job. Streaming also helped her overcome feelings of loneliness.

Tyler:

● Nickname: EvilTwin (or just Ty)

● Content: Reaction games and competitive games.

● Reason: Tyler is pretty hot-blooded and rude. But viewers like his quick reactions. In games that require reaction, he has no equal. Many people like his audacity and how competitive he can be.

●Additional: Tyler has it specially set up so that certain donations from followers can interfere with him, so that the games are more interesting.

●Why: The Hernandez family needed money, but Tyler didn’t know where to get it. He couldn’t quit baseball and get a job, but he also couldn’t combine work. He already spends a lot of time training, so he was rarely home. He didn’t want to leave his mother alone, but he also needed money. When Taylor told him that streamers make money, he thought about starting a stream. Then Taylor suggested starting a stream and he agreed.

Logan:

● Nickname: Nerd (or just Lo)

● Content: Shooters and astrology.

● Reason: Logan is a sweet, shy guy. But despite this, he is a great shooter player. Many people like that a real sniper can hide under a timid boy who can beat a team of 5 players solo. Sometimes he can talk about astrology and explain the structure of the stars.

● Additional: Logan sometimes plays math games.

● Why: Logan was bored._. (I couldn't think of anything for him:,>)

Popularity rating within the group:

1. Aiden

2. Ashlyn

3. Tyler

4. Taylor

5. Logan

6. Ben

Interaction:

Tyler and Taylor are often present on each other's streams and do different collabs.

Aiden can sometimes be heard on Ben's streams. On Aiden's streams, you can see him and Ben together in a photo. Also, Ben and Aiden sometimes do collabs (most of Ben's audience are Aiden's followers)

Taylor sometimes mentions Ashlyn when she is asked to play a horror game. Like: "Is this the game Lyn played?"

Logan said that he would like to compete in shooters with Tyler.

Ashlyn and Logan are stepbrother and sister, they mention each other. And also, by Logan's decision, they once arranged a cooking stream (they destroyed the kitchen). After this stream, they never tried to do cooking streams again

(I LIKE BANNERS SIBLING AU! I WANT THEM TO BE HERE)

Interaction in life:

They all study in the same school. When they had a group work one day, they recognized their fellow streamers and started hanging out together little by little, gradually getting closer. When they finally became friends, they started doing different colabs with each other.

(Additional/Ship(?): Ashlyn's first viewer and follower was Aiden. Watching her made Aiden want to become a streamer too

Taylor always goes to Ben's streams when she's feeling anxious. His guitar playing helps her calm down)

((could someone create a fic for this au?))

[astro-can]

sbg art pt eight…actor au (pt3)

Sbg show premiere (I just wanted to draw Ashlyn in a suit)

(They are signing SBG in ASL, however, please let me know if I drew it wrong bc I probably did and I will try to fix it)

[anonymoosen]

More Phantom Falls!

Stuff might change in this AU in the future but here’s what I have so farrrr

Prev part

[shiiiko]

Ashlyn: Time for Plan G Logan: Don't you mean plan B? Ashyln: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Taylor: what about plan D? Ashlyn: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago Logan: How about plan E? Ashlyn: Trying to use it as a last resort, Aiden dies in plan E Tyler: I like plan E Aiden: DUDE- Ben: *Listening through his earphones unbothered*

[killertoons]

Oh LOOK!

wally found some candy while doing some.....chores.....and they resemble his friends in the haunted neighborhood!

What a great day! 🍭🍫🍬......🐛🪦

[tragedry]

"Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Tyler Hernández. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last two months, I've been the one and only Spiderman."

Here's my take on a Spiderman Tyler AU 🕸️