#I don't remember it for a reason

[respectthepetty]

I finally created my first ever poll, but I had no idea that I couldn't see the results as they were happening.

Yet I can still see the number of votes, and that is making this so much worse because I expected maybe sixty votes FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!

I'm just a poor little meow meow. I have never done anything wrong to anybody ever except all the horrible awful no-good things I've done wrong to the people who have blocked me. Why are y'all trying to hurt me by making me watch the Wild Card? Let me keep my grudge against that man, puhleeze. Don't make me suffer the consequences of my own actions.

Call me Jack Twist because this is a goddamn bitch of a unsatisfactory situation.

[honehonn3honey]

Kid Ruggie to try some new brushes

[Alt under the cut]

After being on the street, a little Ruggie returns home and is blessed with some homemade doughnuts/donuts :)

[stronger-monsters]

everything's okay, kris!

look! i...

i'm smiling!

[rin-may-1103]

Perks of Being Half Dead

(supernatural x DP) I- uh, needed a break from the DC crossovers. (There is no canon, only fanon.) Master Post | Next

Cursing, Danny dove to the side just in time to dodge an ecto blast, his father's angry shout ringing loudly out into the dark night.

"get back here you damned spook!"

"Give back our son!" Mom shouted, a smattering of blasts cracking down around his temporary hiding spot.

This wasn't working, nothing was working. Cursing himself again, Danny rolled and pushed off the ground, darting down the alleyway as fast as he could. He ignored the sharp pain from his chest, ignored the green and red starting to soak through his shirt.

"Get back here!" his parents shouted, green blasts flashing past Danny's head, too close for comfort.

Blindly pulling out his phone, Danny dialed the only number he knew by heart, "pick up, pick up, pick up!"

a click, then an inhale of breath, "dan-"

"Open the door!" Danny pleaded, cutting off Jazz. "Please, I need a clear path back down into the basement! I can't leave town!"

"fuck," jazz cursed, "i'm tossing in your go bag."

"Good," Danny huffed, pushing off the brick wall and to the side just in time to avoid a nasty explosion. He was silent for a moment, letting the sound of his sister's movement distract him as he ran.

"I don't think I can come back after this," Danny admitted.

Jazz's breath hitched, her movement only pausing for a moment.

"They're never going to accept me, Jazz."

"I-" Jazz hesitated

"They cut me open, jazzy. They broke my ribs and cut me open," Danny cried, ducking when he noticed shots heading right for him in a car's reflective window. He didn't even register the pain at this point, too full of adrenaline and spite.

"I can't come back," he whispered, holding his breath to stop himself from sobbing. He turned down another road, his parents still too close for comfort, but getting farther behind.

"ok," Jazz whispered, sniffing, before continuing with her voice steeled, "ok. front doors open, I'll get the portal open next. After I pack your bags."

"Don't look," Danny pleaded, ducking into another alleyway, his parents' voices growing distant. "Don't look in the back."

Jazz was silent for a moment, the only sound being zippers and the crinkling of plastic. "I won't," she promised, "I-I'll shut it down. Pull the plug. I won't let them go after you, Danny."

"Thank you," Danny cried, gasping on a sob he couldn't hold back.

Jazz hung up, leaving Danny to shove his phone back into his pocket and focus on running for his life.

It took fifteen minutes until he could see his house.

Pushing his body even more, Danny bolted up the stairs and through the kitchen. Slamming into the wall next to the door, Danny gasped for breath. The pain was starting to become too much, the black closing in around the edges of his eyes.

"Danny!" Jazz called from downstairs, her voice full of panic. mumbling curses, Danny tilted forward and tried to step onto the stairs. Instead, his body lost its balance and he was sent tumbling down, landing in a heap of limbs on the floor.

"shit," jazz cursed, landing on the ground next to danny and pushing him so he was lying on his back.

"Hey, hey, look at me, look at me," she cried, drawing his fading attention up and over to her. Her red hair was messy, her teal headband nowhere in sight.

"Your bags are already through, so are most of their blueprints and extra weapons. I'm pulling the plug as soon as you're through, ok, you just need to get up," her hands hovered over his chest, eyes filling with tears when she couldn't find a safe spot to touch him.

Taking a deep breath, Danny pushed himself up and reached for her. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "I'm here," she whispered, "I'm here, Danny. I've got you, ok? I've got you."

"Jazzy," Danny cried, bonelessly collapsing onto her. "I can't-" he sobbed, he couldn't feel his legs, and his head hurt, and he just couldn't do it anymore. She didn't falter under his (concerningly light) weight; she just scooped him up and started making her way to the portal.

"It's ok," she cried back, burying her face into his hair, "it's ok."

A loud screech echoed from above them, the familiar slam of car doors telling them their time was up.

"I love you, Danny," Jazz promised, "I'll always love you, ok?"

"I love you too, Jazzy," Danny murmured, pushing his head a little more firmly against her chest.

Jazz gave him one last kiss before leaning forward and pushing him through the portal. The moment he was weightlessly floating without her help, she backed up and closed the portal doors.

Danny watched her turn away from him, her back straight in anger as she marched over to the wall.

Danny closed his eyes, too tired to fight against unconsciousness any longer. She promised she'd take care of it, and she always kept her promises.

~

Clockwork watched from his tower as the Fenton portal wavered and then shattered, disappearing from existence like it'd never been there in the first place.

Phantom's body floated aimlessly through the ectoplasmic sky, his ring and crown slowly fading into visibility.

Humming, clockwork turned and studied the mirror next to him, two men argued back and forth, while a third sat patiently in the back, watching with curiosity as the first man pointed at something on his map.

Turning back, Clockwork studied the young king.

He didn't have long to ponder if he should do this or not; the observants could only be distracted for so long, but he weighed his options anyway.

Yes, he mused, this would be for the best.

Turning from his window, Clockwork set to work.

He had a few favors he could use.

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[rakuschan]

The Flags again because I LOVE THEM!!

Closeups

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[ducktu]

Duke: WOW, how can you even say that about my people-

Jason: Hold on, being black doesn't have anything to do with it-

Duke: BLACK? MY PEOPLE ARE BAT VIGILANTES, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?, CAN YOU ONLY SEE RACE?

Jason: *screams*

[pharmasrightarm]

separate ways

[forgettable-au]

Something about hands....

Pssttt if you haven't seen it already, check out the new forgettable-au amv These are some of the still frames from that animation hehe

[aziarts]

so thoughtful!

[goldenflowers]

i really need everyone but especially anyone who romanced gale with a bard tav to know about this interaction from early access that larian took from us

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[kaiserouo]

"Huh."

[rin-may-1103]

Perks of Being Half Dead. Pt2

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Bobby grumbled under his breath, glaring at the rusted engine someone had dropped off forever ago; he had just gotten some time to get around to fixing it. The darn thing was worth less than his old boots; the rocker arm axle was completely welded to the arms and valve springs, the heat gasket was fucked to hell and back, and the flywheel looked like it'd give 'im tetanus by breathing on it.

He'd be better off just stripping it for parts and scrapping the rest.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, dragging him out of his mind and back to reality. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his phone and answered without glancing, "What do ya wan', ain't got time for this."

"well, hello to you too, bobby," Dean chirped, overly pleased for someone who got his ass handed to him after he had already asked for bobby's advice and ignored it.

"What do ya want, boy? I told you two to stop calling me if you were bein' idjits." Bobby huffed, tossing his socket wrench onto the side table he had set up.

He'd have to see if he could pull the rest of the parts out later; the oil pan looked surprisingly usable. he doubted the oil pump was anything close to new, fucker looked bout fifteen years in the grave.

"Look, Sammy wanted me to call you back and see if you could find something for us. We're following a new trail, it's a weird one. Thought Vamps at first, but they're not acting like any we know. Humans, cows, anything with moving blood, they attack. Ripped to shreds. It leaves obvious bite marks. police are claiming it's savage dogs, but that's not going to last long."

Bobby hummed, staying silent as Dean continued, "Dad's notes have a cave system marked in the area, and they line up with the attacks pretty much exactly. Only witness was hysterical, claiming the earth came alive and killed them."

Humming, Bobby scratched his beard and turned to glance at his house. Something that leaves messes worse than a vampire with rabies, lives in caves, and looks like the earth.

"What kind of earth are we talkin' bout?" Bobby took his hat off and scratched his head, putting it back on as he talked, "If it's bugs and shit, then i'd say you're dealing with another unhinged ghoul, but it doesn't fit with the huge mess they're leaving. If it's like plants and stuff, I'm going to have to dig some. If it's rocks," Bobby trailed off, glancing back at the engine and glaring.

"If it's rocks, it sounds a lot like a Grick, but those things are rare and usually eat the flesh off dead things, so it doesn't make sense with attacking the living. Have Sam look into those, just to be sure. I'll get digging, see if I can find anything else."

"Right, thanks, Bobby." Dean sighed, hanging up before Bobby could respond.

Rolling his eyes, Bobby tossed his phone down and grabbed one of his work towels. Wiping his hands and face clean, Bobby glanced around. The crickets had died down, and the wind had fallen still. It made his gut unhappy, but nothing was out of place.

Grumbling one last time, Bobby grabbed his phone and started making his way back. might as well get to reading, it's not like he had anything better to do.

Just before he got to his house, a shriek of tires filled the air, soon followed by someone slamming a car door and angry yelling.

Pausing, Bobby turned and watched as a young boy quickly tried limping away from an old truck, the driver practically falling out of the car to try and stop him. Immediately, Bobby's gut told him this wasn't something to ignore.

Reaching over and under his porch, he grabbed one of his shotguns and walked over, studying the scene playing out just twenty feet from him.

"get back here you little shit!" the older guy grunted, quickly latching his hands around the boys arms and pulling him back. It gave Bobby a chance to see the cut silver tape still clinging to the kid's wrists.

"Let go of me!" the boy shouted, stumbling from the pull, but using the forced momentum to elbow the guy in the gut. The guy grunted but held on, glaring at the boy in anger. It didn't deter the boy at all, as he simply turned and stomped on the man's foot.

The man let go, and the kid scrambled back toward Bobby, letting him finally get a clear look at him. He was caked in dried blood, dark bruises covered a majority of his exposed skin, and a nasty scar crawled up the side of his face and down his left arm. The kid looked like shit.

"The hell is going on here?" Bobby cut in, holding the gun up but not pointed at them. He wasn't going to risk shooting the poor kid; it looked like he's been through more than Bobby's lived and seen.

"I'll tell ya what's going on here!" the man yelled, straightening up and pointing angrily at the boy, who stepped back and winced but continued to glare up at him.

"My son's been causing lots of trouble back home, so I thought I'd bring him out here and teach 'im a lesson!"

"for fuck's sake," the boy growled, turning just slightly to talk to bobby, but keeping most of his attention on the man.

"he ain't my dad, thought it'd be real cute just ganking a kid off the streets just cause nobody was around." The kid turned back, leaning forward to glare even more at the man.

If looks could kill, the man would be dead six times over by now. "Who are you even tryin' to fool? We don't even look related!"

which was true, the boy was pale as a corpse and had bright blue eyes and thick black hair. The man was tan and had thinning blond hair and brown eyes.

The man glared at them, looking like he was ready to either attack or start yelling again.

"Alright, that's enough," Bobby huffed, raising the gun and pointing it at the man. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of here before I call the cops." he really should just call them, but he had a few questionable things dropped off last week that he hadn't gotten the chance to move. The last thing he needed was for them to get serious and start watching him again.

The man growled, stepping forward to do something, so Bobby pointed the gun at the dirt road in front of him and pulled the trigger. The man stumbled back, eyes wide.

"Five," Bobby counted, casually reloading the gun and aiming back at the man calmly.

The man stumbled and lurched, quickly turning and running back to his truck, not even closing the door before the engine revved and the tires squealed and burned the ground as he took off.

They sat in silence for a moment before the boy snorted, drawing Bobby's attention.

"That's got to be one of the worst kidnappings I've ever experienced, 3/10."

"The hell are you going on about?" Bobby huffed, lifting a brow and turning the safety back on. "You say that like you've been kidnapped before."

"Oh, yeah." The kid blinked, slowly turning to casually look around the area. "I lost count after seventy."

Bobby stopped and took a moment to really look at the kid; overgrown hair, scars, calm in dangerous situations, worn-out clothes, a knife tucked into the side of his boot. The kid wasn't looking at Bobby, focused more on studying the area. His eyes focused on the long grass and dense leaf cover and the shady spots the old cars provided.

This wasn't a normal kid.

"Got anyone to call, kid?" Bobby asked, hoping his theory was wrong just this once.

"Not unless you've got a way to call the dead." The boy did one final sweep of the area before studying Bobby, "You have the same stance my parents did, you a hunter?"

well shit. What was with the world and dropping kid hunters at his doorstep?

"If I am?" Bobby asked, turning to start heading back to his house.

The kid was silent for a moment, making Bobby turn to glance back at him. The boy was looking down under his shirt, face pale, "Then I really hope you've got a stocked med kit." The boy glanced up, "I think I ripped my stitches."

And then the kid promptly collapsed to the ground.

"shit," bobby cursed, rushing over to check the kid.

[starry-bi-sky]

watch me end up making a superdad au coz of WTNS

because!!! because i was thinking about how funny it is that Bruce's first two kids (Dick and Danny) would be superman fans, and how funny it would be if that influenced his opinion on Superman when they first met. And then I got to picking that apart, and how Danny's opinion and feelings on Superman would have the bigger impact on Bruce than Dick, since Dick's admiration for Superman (presumably) comes from the standard little kid "he's an alien and he can FLY" (and flying graysons) stuff. Which, while very very cute, is easy to ignore and disallow swaying feelings on.

But DANNY? It's not the same. While part of Danny's admiration comes from the same "holy shit he's an alien and can fly thats so COOL" vein, it also comes from a place of feeling deeply relatable to him. Both he and Superman were/are perceived as incredibly powerful, deeply dangerous creatures that are nigh impossible to stop, they have a handful of powers that are similar to one another, and they are (one of) the only ones of their kind. Superman is (one of) the last Kryptonian, Danny is (one of) the only Liminal in existence, and they might not be the same species but the principle remains the same and they're in the same boat.

As a result, Danny would just, god, he'd find so much relation in that. And yeah they're not the same but Superman would make him feel just a little less alone, a little more seen, and he'd find so much comfort in that.

And Bruce, by the time he meets Superman, would know by then about Danny's powers and his experiences and his time as Phantom and as a Liminal. And it's easy to ignore your kid's admiration for another Superhero when it stems from a place of plain hero worship or simple appreciation. It's harder to ignore it when your kid admires a Superhero because they make them feel seen and relate to them on a level you can't reach them on.

When that's the reason, how could he not think differently about Superman? When, by then, he's seen the scars left on Danny's body from all of his fights; when he's seen him cry and break down over never being able to fly again thanks to the blood blossom poison; when he's heard all about the struggles he faced with his powers, the fear he had about being found out, the fear he had when he was first developing them; and how he was ostracized by his city for his efforts just because he wasn't human, despite how much he was just trying to help.

How could he not look at Superman when they first meet, mask-to-mask, and have a little voice in the back of his mind go: 'my kid is a lot like you'

its making me emotional. if these feeligns persist im going to end up making a superdad au

[luna-loveboop]

Ooook I think this needs to be done

My bet is 16 wins the poll (<Not indicative of my vote)

I wanted to include 11 for both extreme sides of possibility, I ran out of options and I've seen a lot of people suggest he's in the twenties and didn't want to exclude those. If you vote eleven/twelve, or twenty three plus, feel free to specify which in replies or tags or whatever.

Looking in the notes of my posts, I didn't realise everyone in this fandom liked math so much. But a very mention of the number 4, and everyone likes square numbers and math puns. Go figure.

Edit/update section: Hmm I meant to add this

Jojo's words thus far on Four's age- 'not too far off in age' from Twilight (Four's theoretical words?), and grouped in teens with Wind. A bit confusing, there.

Anyways have fun! Maybe the whole fandom can be the apollos dodgeball meme if we get it right :)

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