#this is a dcu town

[victoriousscarf]

Jaydick for the ship meme.

Ship It

What made you ship it? Hmmm... I don't actually remember what made me go oh yeah THAT one because back in my 2009ish DCU phase they weren't one of my ships. I was much more inclined to Tim/Dick actually. But I think when I did DCU 2.0 in like the 2015 era, I got really obsessed with Under the Red Hood/Red Hood the Lost Days, and I remember reading Nightwing Blood Brothers and going ok actually you know what--- Really a lot of it I think was the dynamic. That Jason remains really obsessed with Dick, to the point you sorta know he was in love with him as a kid, but then he died and shit got really weird. How do you handle being in love with someone and then like so many years later you're holding a gun on them? What does that mean? What does that do to you?

What are your favorite things about the ship? They're sorta like the lightest version of a hero/villain ship possible, but they've also got just so much shared history, so many years of different issues that's it's a lot of fun to like, break those down, make them talk about feelings, and allow them to help each other. They're constantly 30 seconds away from falling apart, but are trying.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Dick has more anger issues than Jason does and he can actually take care of himself.

[violent138]

Jason: "You go to therapy?"

Dick, frowning: "Hello Jason, how was your day?"

Jason: "Deflection something they're teaching you?"

Dick, groaning: "Yes, fine I go to therapy, you could try it."

Jason: "Who the fuck changes therapists every two weeks?"

Dick, rolling his eyes: "Well gee, someone with a lot of problems and a lot of secrets. Will that be all today officer, or should I get a lawyer? Jay?" *room is empty, window open* "Good talk."

Later that evening...

Dick, breaking into a corrupt, psychotic therapist's office and gathering evidence, dumping his own aliases notes, and records.

*light creak and shuffling*

Dick, already standing up with a weapon in hand: "Jesus fucking Christ Jason!"

Jason: "I knew the therapy thing was bullshit."

[imnotditzy]

So when Billy from “Frozen in time Fawcett” gets inducted to the Justice League I cannot imagine how hard it was for him to get used to the new technology.

Like he’s used to television sets being wider than his head, and all of a sudden he’s in a building that’s in space. He sees flat screen televisions and absolutely freaks out in the middle of the conference room.

What do you mean there’s no phone booths in Central City or anywhere? You just take the phone ‘with you?’ How does that work?

Why’s everything so small now? What do you mean Jarts are banned? Why do cars look like that?

Billy must’ve been so confused leaving Fawcett.

Everyone must think Captain’s so weird until they get to Fawcett and EVERYTHING makes sense.

[victoriousscarf]

#Bruce: this city is a tinderbox about to explode and I am responsible for dragging it back into the light#Tim dragging Bruce by the hair back into the light: if you want a job done right you gotta do it yourself I guess#tim drake#bruce wayne#batfam#dcu#Batman#they both really saw borderline unsalvageable dumpster fires and decided to jump in head first in the weirdest ways huh

Tim Drake looks at Batman the way Bruce looks at Gotham send tweet

[bet-on-me-13]

What if I'm the Monster?

(Based on Monster from Epic the Musical, it's incredible, give it a listen)

So! For the past few years, Danny has done nothing but defend Amity Park from Agressive Ghosts, Lunatic Ghost Hunters, and the GIW, all on his own. But no matter what he does, he is always seen as a Monster by the people of the town, just for being a Ghost.

Over the years he has lost a lot.

His Best Friend. His Mentor. His Mom.

Tucker was caught by the GIW and arrested for helping Phantom, and was never heard from again. His Parents still visit the Mayor's office for any word of him, but no one has any idea what happened.

Danny and Clockwork had a falling out after Danny refused to go down his intended path. He wanted to live his own life, one not predetermined by a Time God. Clockwork had told him that he would regret the decision, and left.

And his Mom had died after discovering his secret. She had surprisingly accepted him, but then the GIW had tried to capture him and she decided to defend him, and she got caught in the crossfire.

Every time Danny tried defending the people of Amity Park, he was vilified and hated even more. He would never be a Hero in their eyes, he was no Justice League. He had lost so much just defending them, but he couldn't bring himself to resent them, they didn't know what they were doing, it was how they were supposed to think. He still needed to defend them.

But he could no longer do so acting as the Hero.

Being a Hero stopped him from raiding the base that he assumed Tucker was being held in. Being a Hero led him to disagreeing with Clockworks advice. Being a Hero led to his Mom's death.

So he would be The Monster, instead.

[in-som-niyah]

"Come on princess, don't be like that. Give Red what he deserves..."

You are Red Hood's relief. Nothing more. Nothing Less.

Your bedside alarm clock displayed an ungodly time in the morning.

It was a cold night in Gotham, your apartment filled with a chill accompanied by a familiar emptiness. It was just you, after all, and you didn't really have anyone over.

This changed, however, when a certain masked vigilante came to you for help when he was bleeding. Knowing you were a medical professional, he decided to swing by for a stitch or two. Who were you to deny him?

How could you refuse the six foot something, broad shouldered, panting, limping man barely making it across your living room?

You decided to indulge your curiosity, because let's be honest here: If he wanted you dead, he would have made it so a long time ago.

One night became two, then three, then a month and now a few times a week.

You were always welcoming him with a fresh roll of gauze and a chilled bottle of spirits for the pain, since he refused to take anything else.

But it was more than just medical attention. It was the way his chest heaved, back muscles flexed and forearms tightened when you hit a particularly tender spot. It made another certain tender spot on you wet.

Scandalously so.

You tried to hide it by wearing dark underwear and pants to bed, but it didn't help; he had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together in no time.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

He unknowingly infiltrated your senses, his scent of sweat and musky body wash making you dizzy, his vice grip on your bedsheets when you cleaned his wounds making your knees weak.

You wanted him.

You wanted him bad.

On this particular chilly Gotham night, you might just get what you want.

A loud pair of feet landed on the hardwoods near your windowsill. Heavy, irregular, yet determined footsteps proceed into your bedroom, where you've prepared your ensuite for a battered and bleeding Hood.

"Quickly, in here." you rasped having been torn from a restless sleep.

"I'm comin' sugar. Someone's eager to see me huh?" the familiar teasing tone of his voice modulator replied.

"You're only allowed to make jokes when you're not bleeding on my floor, Hood" you shot back, followed by a playful scoff and a silent eyeroll.

However, that eyeroll might not have been so silent.

As Red Hood approached the bathroom doorframe, he caught a glimpse of your feigned annoyance in the mirror.

He sat down with a thud on your toilet, exhaustion invading his bones.

You made quick, wordless work of his belt and jacket, revealing his toned exterior and the scars littering it. You never mentioned his scars, for fear of making him uncomfortable but more so because you couldn't bear the thought of someone hurting him so much that it left such a vicious mark.

"Sweet girls like you shouldn't roll their eyes, it's rude" he huffs between pained groans.

You briefly still your hand, look up at him and quirk your brow as if to challenge him. Then, you roll your eyes right in his face. You have no idea what prompted this pettiness, but your thoughts were hazy and disorganized as you looked back down to continue cleaning and stitching his wounds.

Red Hood chuckled darkly and sighed as he felt you get back to patching him up after your little stunt.

He lolls his head to the side, as if to emphasize his astonishment at your smart comeback. He didn't take you for a fiesty one.

"Really doll?" he prompts.

You say nothing and continue with your bandaging.

"Hey. Look at me." He tries again, this time with a gentler tone.

Still, you ignore him and repackage the unused gauze for another guaranteed visit from him in the future.

You go to get up, but his hand presses your shoulder down and you stop, entirely oblivious to his intentions.

Finally, your eyes meet his mask.

Red can tell you're both making eye contact, which lasts an unusually long time. You both bask in the absence of awkwardness as you indulge in this tender moment.

Slowly, you move closer to him and reach a hand up to caress his helmet. You know he can't feel it, but it feels intimate and personal nonetheless. It is only until your fingers roam lower, toward the base of his helmet and lift, that one of his hands flies up to stop your own.

"Nuh-uh babydoll, the mask stays on" he spits sharply.

The vigilante shifts in his seat, and it's only then do you realize the growing tent in his pants.

Your eyes flick back up to his helmet and it is only now, that you realize you weren't alone in your inappropriate arousal.

Hood maintains the eye contact and brings his hands to your hips, as if asking for permission before taking the plunge.

Carefully, you move your hands down his naked torso, noting how his sore muscles twitch at your light contact.

"Fuck baby-"

A hiss escapes his concealed mouth when your hands ghost over his bulge. You knew this was wrong. You knew he should be gone to wherever he should be by now. Were there people looking for him? For Christ's sake was he a criminal?

Too many questions for a mind too far gone. You weren't thinking anything beyond how sticky the bottom of your panties had become, how puffy your lips had become from constant chewing, and the cool air ghosting over your sensitive nipples.

There's no going back.

While looking at him for confirmation, you begin to unzip his fly, then massage his length from his boxers instead.

A drawn out, desperate moan is exaggerated by his modulator as hood grinds his hips into your hand involuntarily.

"Don't tease me darling, you know what I want" he orders.

Normally, you would have slapped anyone that told you what to do, but here, it only made your sopping cunt beg for relief.

Mesmerized by his boldness and not wanting to keep him waiting, you pull him out of his boxers and kiss the tip. You're met with another whine and roll of his hips.

You begin to stroke him a few times, working him up just to give him his relief.

Just as he was about to speak again, you swallowed him from tip to hilt, making his words die on his tongue.

His body tensed and relaxed with every moan and heave as you began to bob your head up and down, taking him in full each time.

His hand flew in your braided ponytail to guide your head down his shaft the way he liked it, your tongue licking at his balls every time you went down.

"Shit- Want you to touch yourself pretty thing. Show me how those dainty fingers make you feel good"

Warmth shot straight to your core at that, but you were embarrassed to pull down your shorts and panties, and show him just how bad you wanted this.

You hesitated for a moment and pulled off his length. Stroking him with one hand and licking stripes up his shaft with your tongue, you managed to smile sheepishly in a weak attempt to refuse.

Though the heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your potential embarrassment was stronger.

Red Hood cocks his head and tuts in disproval.

"Come on princess, don't be like that. Give Red what he deserves..."

You looked up at him with glassy and desperate eyes, as if to ask if he really wanted to.

The strong hand in your braids comes down to cup your cheek and rub at the side of your mouth.

"Don't keep me waiting pretty girl, I ain't asking a third time" he rasps sternly. You knew better than to disobey.

Slowly, your removed your hands, earning a groan from him. You stood up and hooked your thumbs in between your panties and supple skin and began to pull down.

Embarrassment still clear on your features, the vigilante outstretched his hands and placed them on your plush hips, rubbing circles in your skin.

This silent encouragement prompted you to continue, until you felt the cool air brush against your exposed, puffy clit.

"So pretty" Red mumbles under his breath as the hands on your hips apply gentle pressure to get you back on your knees.

This is his turn to stand up, doing so with his angry red and leaking cock in his hand.

He held it out in silent offering to you, which you took gratefully, and resumed your earlier routine.

Subconsciously, your hand made its way down to your core and your fingers found purpose in rubbing tight circles on your clit. You moaned on his length at the contact, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from him.

You could tell his eyes were trained on the target between your legs even from behind the mask.

"That's it sugar...make yourself feel good for me...good fucking girl"

Your eyes rolled again at that as you increased your pace and suction. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Though you would have no way of knowing, Red was a true gentleman despite his nighttime activities. As a gentleman, he wanted you to cum before him.

"Faster pretty girl, come on, you can do that for me fuck-"

You gave a small nod and increased the speed between your legs. You began to focus on the feeling of your fingertips sending sparks throughout your body, but you weren't close enough.

As if a psychic, he pulled himself from your mouth and sat back down. Confused, the hand between your legs stilled, and your face beginning to pout.

Before you could protest his hands again found your hips and pulled them toward him. Your hands moved to find the back of his neck as the hooded man pulled you onto him to straddle his lap.

When his hands retreated, you whined in frustration at the lack of contact.

"Shhh pretty baby you'll get it" he cooed.

You began to rock your hips against him impatiently, but his strong hands stopped your movement. Before you could complain, his right thumb began to press circles into your core with full intent of making you cum.

"Ah-ah Red please-" you cried out, unable to take the sudden pressure and pleasure at the same time. You gripped his wrist, a weak attempt to get him to slow down.

"You can take it, yes you can princess" he replies. The cheeky bastard knows just how to make your pussy throb.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-... pleasepleaseplease" you blabber desperately nearing your peak. The pressure in your tummy growing and tightening, just waiting to snap.

The Red Hood pressed his shielded forehead to yours and whispered in a deep, modulated voice.

"'M right here pretty girl, cum for me. I know you need to. Let go."

The coil snapped with ferocity and left you screaming his name. Surely the old woman next door wouldn't appreciate it, but you didn't care. Not while he was here, making you forget about the world.

You gushed on his fingers, and he took this opportunity to pump himself to completion with your juices smeared over his shaft. He came with a low grunt and short pants.

After you came down from your high, you slowly and carefully eased yourself off of him, minding his bruises and sore muscles which he appreciated.

It was still ungodly early, your eyes beginning to close with sleep as you washed your hands in the sink.

He will never admit to you that he's never been more in love with you.

Instead, he stuffs himself back into his pants and brings you back to your bed.

Once you're situated under your duvet, you reach for his hand and weakly grasp his fingers.

"Stay?" You slur, barely holding onto your awake state.

He chuckles fondly, and you can almost see a blush under his helmet.

"Maybe another time doll."

[a5h3z3]

Gordon *staring at Bruce like he's grown a second head*: ... Why?

Bruce: Is something wrong detective?

Gordon: Yes! Why did you bring a baby to a crime scene?

Bruce who has baby!Damian, with his own tiny domino mask, strapped in a baby carrier around his chest: What baby?

[bruciemilf]

Clark’s the new bad boy in town. Bruce, pretty little rich boy, isn’t very good at staying away from him

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[alexblack1306]

Pony Edward💚💚💚

Bonus:

[susieingotham]

Does anyone know if Narcan works for drops? Google isn’t telling me and neither is the packet inside the kit.

[334iwatchshit]

"i hate the mcu/dcu"

"i hate this comic run"

"they ruined my favorite character"

you're right BUT

you mean you don't just look at it like a big collection of various lore? like you don't see it as interpretations you can mix and match in your head??

this is mythology and i will look at it upfront sideways and back to see my favorite characters for who they are AND what i want them to be

take back your characters!

[victoriousscarf]

doing my usual checking out an authors other fics when i find one i like and godDAMN you wrote My Downfall is Rooted in Your Desperate Need!! and Find the Sun in the Corners of Shadows !!! sorry, i didn't realise you also wrote some of my favourite!! fricking!! jason todd fics!!! that explains why im enjoying your star wars stuff so much

Oh my god! Hahaha yes that was me. I've stuck with the same user name and icon for literally a decade now for this exact reason. I love it when people follow you around fandoms, or when you randomly meet again on some street corner like old friends catching up, saying stuff like man I haven't seen you since the Batfam days, how's the Clone Wars treating you now??? I honestly had someone I used to RP with in the Cats fandom randomly pop up on a Star Wars fic not too long ago too, like, apparently at some point we all end up back in Star Wars, idk.

But also, thank you!! I have been trying to pick away at some of the DC fic I started ages ago and never finished, and was really excited to finish a couple of them the last couple years.

[westviewsfm]

testing, testing, here's to hoping we show up in the tags! we're a new marvel/dc rp, set in westview, where only a handful of your favorite characters remember who they are and the rest are filled with fake memories that wanda herself implanted on them. everyone is open, come check us out and bring your favorite comic book character to life in this brand new tumblr rp!

[maybesomemilo]

angsty superbat to the tune of midnight rain

[bet-on-me-13]

Jazz joins the Suicide Squad to save Danny

So! Danny got caught by the GIW. And it was Public too.

Jazz can see absolutely no way to save Danny. The GIW Base is heavily fortified, she has no help aside from Tucker and Sam, and public opinion is against Ghosts, so nobody would want to help her protest his Capture. Maybe a few teenagers from the high school, but absolutely none of the adults would help.

So she does the one thing she can. She contacts Amanda Waller.

Waller had previously approached her Parents about buying some of their tech off them, for her "Specializes Task Force" to use in case they ever came up against a Ghost.

From the short interaction Jazz had with Waller, she knew one thing.

That Woman would do ANYTHING, to protect the Government she worked for.

All Jazz needed to do, was offer her something that outweighed the value of capturing Danny. Information. The Infinite Realms, the True Biology of Ghosts, the Psychology of Ghosts, the Power Structure of the Realms, and so much more. Waller needed to know everything she could about the Realms to feel secure, to feel like her Country was safe. She needed Information.

And Jazz had that in spades.

As the daughter of the Leaders on Ectology, and a friend to multiple Saptient Ghosts, including the Kings and Queens of various Realms, she was uniquely qualified to provide all this information.

And Waller was impressed. But she still felt like she needed a little more, and seeing as Jazz was a highly trained Martial Artist due to her Mom, and had been taught enough about mechanical engineering by her Dad to constitute a Major in in, she saw potential.

She saw a Pawn. Perfect for placement on Task Force X. Her Suicide Squad had been missing an extra member recently, and Jazz was the perfect fit.

So they made a Deal.

Danny Fenton, also known as The Phantom, would he released from Government Detainment, alongside any other Sentient/Sapient Ghost in their possession. They would he protected from further Detainment until further Notice, and the Town of Amity Park would be left alone by the GIW Indefinitely.

In return, Jazzmine Fenton would be hired on as Amanda Wallers On-Call Consultant for anything related to Ghosts and the Realms. Additionally, she would be employed as a Part Time Member of Task Force X, answering the call of Duty whenever is is directed as her, No Questions Asked. (Or the deal would be null and void)

But she would Endure it. Because she and Waller had one thing in common.

She would do Anything, to protect her little brother.

[wearelondonhq]

(ray) welcome to london, CLARK KENT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like HENRY CAVILL? well, no matter, we hear that you are 40 and working as a JOURNALIST. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from DC and have a tendency to be SELFLESS as well as SECRETIVE. (( pls can i switch out sam gidding for him ?? ))

(ray) welcome to london, ELENA GARZA! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like DANIELLA ALONSO? well, no matter, we hear that you are 45 and working as a DOCTOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SAW ( OC ) and have a tendency to be HARD-WORKING as well as CAUTIOUS. (( pls can i switch out monica rambeau for her ?? ))

(ray) welcome to london, MADDIE BUCKLEY! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT? well, no matter, we hear that you are 40 and working as a 999 DISPATCHER. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME OF your memories from 9-1-1 and have a tendency to be POSITIVE TRAIT as well as EMOTIONAL. (( pls can i switch out eddie munson for her pls ?? ))

can i also drop elle argent from heartstopper & daphne blake from scooby doo while i’m here pls? thank you!!

— WELCOME TO LONDON, clark kent, elena garza & maddie buckley! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome ray, please be sure to follow our checklist here! ** sam giddings ( until dawn ), elle argent (heartstopper), daphne blake (scooby doo) and monica rambeau ( marvel ) and eddie munson ( stranger things ) have been reopened!