#almost fic

[onboardsorasora]

Don't know what this is or if I'll continue/extend/use it in any way in future but I saw this post and it came to me. Shrug

"I want you." Max declared. Daniel laughed, a tad hysterically. This wasn't what he anticipated when Max offered to come over to watch the game.

"Yeah?" Daniel couldn't keep the mirth from his tone and the tingle out of his chest. "Name three of my red flags then. Go on." Daniel snorted. Because there was no way Max was serious.

Max watched him with steady blue eyes before: "You refuse to cut people out of your life after they've hurt you. Always you are giving them opportunities again to hurt you. You talk yourself out of things that benefit you or you are telling yourself that people don't like you, they're just being nice. You isolate yourself when things aren't going well instead of accepting help from me– others." Max listed with laser accuracy, counting off on his fingers. 

He didn't for once think Daniel was being sarcastic, if this was a test he was determined to show Daniel he knew him.

Daniel's eyes widened in shock and abject horror. All previous mirth wiped off his face. "Max–"

"I, of course, love you always Daniel. And I love you extra hard when you're being too hard on yourself."

Daniel made a choked off sound in the back of his throat.

[yallstar]

“I look forward to hearing what you have to say in another four months.”

(read left -> right) it's here!! the chapter 5 comic is done (for now, i might want to come back and do proper lines and colors at some point). i just couldn't choose one part of the Big Moment to illustrate so i did.......all of it (ᵕ・ᴗ・)

scene from differential burdens in displacement

[paintedcrows]

Had a silly thought about hypothetical cat curse shenanigans with @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's How to Cat Burglar a Family ;)

Bonus doodle!!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dick bored in class thinks loudly: Are there any mind riders here?

Danny thinks back: Yeah, hi.

Dick: *Falling out of his desk with a shriek*

Teacher: Mr. Grayson! If you are going to disrupt this class one more time, I'll have you thrown out!

Dick: Sorry, sorry. *sits in desk mentally shouting* Who are you!? What information have you stolen from my mind!?

Danny: Whoa, calm down there, Robin. You were the one who asked. I thought you already knew about me.

Dick: How could I possibly know about you!?

Danny: You literally lit candles for me yesterday. You said this lovely prayer, too, though I couldn't understand it

Dick: I lit candles for the dead homeless kid i found- oh. You're a ghost.

Danny: In a way.

Dick: Did the light not guide you home? Should I light more candles?

Danny: If you like. What's that about anyway? The candles?

Dick: It's a Romani tradition. Ussually, the candle is light on your death and kept on until the funeral, but I found you too late, so I just made a circle.

Danny: That's so sweet. Thank you for including me in your people's way.

Dick: Of course. Are you haunting me now?

Danny: *Literally sitting behind him in class* One could say that yes.

Dick: Cool. What's your name?

Danny: Call me Phantom.

[cirrup]

Picture if you wish, Shen twins but SY dies early on (Qiu manor or otherwise) and canon progresses as typical. Both SJ and YQY mourn him, have their universe prescribed angst treatment, and essential all of it goes according to scum villian.

Including SJ dying and SY taking his place. Because SY was reborn into his modern life and remembers none of his past one but actually reading PIDW is almost…nostalgic for him? And the first time he sees SQQ’s face in the mirror he has these weird mixed feelings about it?

But ultimately what I really want us all to ponder is how Yue Qingyuan, the guilty complexed man that he is, watches SJ have a qi deviation, lose his memories, and starts acting like Shen Yuan who they lost years ago and now YQY is confronted with basically two ghosts melded together.

[merimerz]

some sceneries from @yunuen's fanfiction" the line is covered in jellyfish"

I depend on this fic like crack

[gothamite-rambler]

Days in the League of Assassins and being a babysitter: Little Damian, 5 y.o.

Jason and young Damian were in a training room, tasked with fighting each other so Ra's al Ghul could train his grandson.

Ra’s (frustrated): Jason, you’ve been standing there for fifteen minutes. Spar! Begin!

Jason (flatly while checking his fingernails for any hang nails): No.

Ra’s: I need to see if he can fight! Fight the boy, he can handle it!

Little Damian held up his tiny fists, circling them around and ready to fight. Jason shook his head with a smile making Damian pause and sway back and forth.

Jason: This is fucked up, and I’m not doing it. Don’t say fucked, Damian.

Damian nodded silently. He looked down at his shoes, opening and closing them as if he were a penguin.

Jason (holding his arm out towards Damian): I’m not attacking him. He’s not at the piss-me-off age yet!

Ra’s: Allah, give me patience. You’re not around him all the time, I am! He's a true terror most of the time. Just look at that face!

Jason glanced at Damian, who slowly blinked frog-like, then waved at his brother.

Jason (sarcastic): Uh-huh, real demon child. Looks like he'll suck my soul. Well… he is related to you.

Ra’s: اذهب إلى الجحيم — that’s a compliment if anything! Don’t repeat the first part, Damian.

Damian: Okay. Akhi Jason, what’s that on your shoe?

Jason looked down at his shoes, confused, only to be met with a staff to the head. He winced, clutching his sore head, ready to fight, until he realized it was Damian who had hit him.

Damian (snickering): Got you. Now fall down or be prepared for another bop to the head!

Jason rolled his eyes but dramatically fell to the ground to give Damian the win. The little boy pressed his foot on Jason’s arm, triumphant.

Damian: I win!

Ra’s: That doesn’t—

Jason: Ra’s, finish that sentence, and I’m shooting you in the kneecaps!

Ra's: Oh, fine! Damian, you win. Adequate job.

Jason (handing Damian candy from his pocket): Here ya go.

Damian (happy): A fruit chew!

Ra's: Stop giving him American sweets!

[onboardsorasora]

Sora, hear me out. What do you think about MobWife!Daniel AU?

Bestie... I feel like you knew I was trying to sidestep this and you put it in my path like a rock or a banana peel for me to trip over. I know you did! you know what? I saw it and I still tripped because I am clumsy!

So far I don't have many thots on mob wife Daniel, only like a visual vibe. I wish I could draw or do digital art because I think he would be breathtaking. either way, here is some of my vibe written down.

Mob wife Daniel would 1000% be Renault era Daniel. There’s just a level of cunt he served in 2019 that cannot be spoken about enough. Gucci all day, because he is a Gucci boy. He wears his fave rings and chains all the time. He’s always dressed so nicely– even if it's a big tshirt and shorts. He always looks put together and fuckable.

He’d be married to Christian, he got married young like a good Italian boy to someone who would take care of him. And Christian does take care of him, Daniel knows about the business but he doesn’t get his hands dirty. He’s an unknown secret keeper, he knows where the safehouses are and there are accounts in his name in case the feds try anything.

He’s also fucking Max, his new bodyguard.

Christian takes care of all of his needs and Max takes care of the ones Christian forgets about. 

Christian knows about Max– he has eyes everywhere– but Christian wants Daniel to be happy, and if this makes him happy then so be it. Besides, Max is a ruthless killer so he also wants to keep him happy.

They’d probably argue about dumb shit, and Daniel isn’t afraid to get loud because he knows Christian won’t hurt him. Because Max won’t let him. It’s a fucked up polycule where Daniel gets everything he wants– as he should.

I imagine one of the arguments is like at dinner time and Christian is complaining about how someone never did a good job with keeping a hit quiet and Daniel is annoyed because he didn’t want to hear about it because they had better things to talk about– like going on a trip.

“Christian please! All day I watched Marta slave over this dinner and all you can talk about his fuckin Jev. Look, we made your favourite! Did you even like notice that? No! Jeepers!” Daniel throws his napkin down and gets up, his chains glint in the soft light. Christian stares at the long line of his throat and the small hollow of his clavicle. Christian leans back in his chair and rests an elbow on the arm.

“Are you finished?”

“No! Because you promised– just like you promised me a vacation but here we fuckin’ are.” Daniel puts his hands on his hips. Max continues eating his meal between them.

“Where do you want to go?” Christian asks, because it was easier to give Daniel what he truly wanted. 

“You said we’d go to Seychelles. I even bought new swimsuits.” Daniel doesn’t exactly whine, but he does pout and bat his eyelashes. Max bites back his snort, Christian catches it of course.

“How’d they look?” Christian asks Max, nodding over to him. 

“You’d like them.” Max confirms. He doesn’t need to tell Christian that Daniel sucked his dick while trying them on. 

“Put them on for me tonight, if I like em we can go to Seychelles.” Christian bargains, he watches the slow grin that takes over Daniel’s beautiful face. Daniel saunters over and kisses Christian filthily before walking away. Christian, of course, swats his ass as he goes.

Of course Daniel gets what he wants and Christian’s assistant books the trip. Christian might be always busy, but he makes time for Daniel. They don’t always fuck, but when they do, Daniel is a docile dove afterward. Because Christian knows how Daniel likes to be fucked, he knows what makes his wife happy. 

part 2?

[three-semicolons]

Prompt: Dick Grayson has worn all too many faces in his life. Richard Grayson, Richie Wayne, Robin, Nightwing, Batman, Renegade, Agent 37, the Gray Son, Crutches, Ric Grayson… the list goes on.

So when Nightwing is kidnapped and drugged via truth serum, and his kidnappers ask for his true identity, Dick responds with “I don’t know”.

This has consequences.

[smatterbrained]

Bruhhhh Pay unto Evil by lord_squiggletits fucked me up so here’re some doodles

[harveylikestoart]

Love when they make Damian a weird little baby anger neutraliser for Jason. Really funny to me. But also awwwww

[buddiesmutslut]

Buddie wedding, Buck opens his vows by saying “and this is my favorite time, bc I get to yap about Eddie & you all have to sit there & listen” and everybody kind of sighs bc like. He does this all the time but they can’t make fun of him for this time in particular bc it’s his WEDDING day.

We hear Ravi groan in the distance tho bc he doesn’t give a fuck lol.

And then Buck unfolds a 2-inch thick stack of papers & everybody groans anyway but Eddie just stands there w his cute little pink cheeks & a big ass grin on his face bc yay, his fav guy is going to yap, he loves when that happens 🥰🥰🥰

[pacificwaternymph]

Did you guys know that Duke's tag on Ao3 only has 7,000 fics? Because I didn't.

[batsandbirdbrains]

I posted a few angsty ideas today so let’s have a silly one before bed

The one where everyone is confused by Batman and Robin’s utility belts

So like yj season 1 team & setting. I just cannot get this ridiculous idea out of my head where they keep having weirder and weirder shit in their utility belts but act completely unfazed. No one else can make any sense of it.

“Wait, do you keep kryptonite in your utility belt?” Conner asks Robin one day during training. Robin had whipped it out to win a spar. Conner is a cross between dazed and completely scandalized.

“Duh.”

“How much?”

“Normal amount.”

Conner is gaping at him, but Robin has already moved on to the next phase of their training.

Then a few weeks later, a few members of the Justice League are fixing up some equipment in Mount Justice when Robin appears next to Batman’s side, digging through his belt. He grunts, not wanting to move his focus from the tool he’s using.

“I need an eraser to throw at Wally’s head.”

Batman hums. Robin holds a bat-shaped eraser up victoriously, it’s the kind you stick on the end of a pencil, and then he races out of the room.

“You keep erasers in your belt?” Flash asks.

“Of course.”

Robin comes back in, startling Flash who hadn’t even seen him, and digs out another eraser. This one is also bat-shaped, but red. He leaves again.

“How many do you have in there?”

“Normal amount.”

They’re quiet for a moment, just the hum of the power tools, until Flash looks back at him.

“Can I have one?”

“No.”

Forty-five seconds later, something bounces off the side of Flash’s head. He looks down and sees a yellow bat-shaped eraser next to his foot. Robin’s laugh can be heard echoing from around the door.

A few days later, Batman and Robin are standing staring at each other in the mission room. They both have their arms crossed. Neither is saying a word. Everyone else is holding their breath, unsure of what’s happening.

Batman holds his hands out. Robin doesn’t react.

Batman flicks his fingers, as if saying “give it here.” Robin frowns.

Batman does it again. Slower.

Robin stares at him.

Robin groans and flings his head back dramatically, then shoves a hand in one of his belt pouches and deposits a lizard in Batman’s waiting palm. The lizard blinks.

“What the fuck, dude,” Wally asks. He can’t even laugh, he’s so confused.

Batman’s palm remains open between them. Robin frowns more dramatically.

Then puts another lizard in Batman’s hand.

Dick can’t see it, but he can feel the way Bruce’s left eyebrow raises under the cowl.

He puts a third lizard in Batman’s hand.

“I was gonna put them in an enclosure!”

“No.”

“Did you just - was that - how many lizards did you have in your belt?” Wally asks, tripping over the words.

“Normal amount,” Robin says, pouting.

“No more lizards,” is all Batman says before turning back to the mission board. Robin looks like he wants to stomp his foot and is barely holding back the urge to throw a fit.

Wally just wants to know where he found the lizards in he first place.

A couple weeks after that, Batman walks by a frustrated looking Robin who just finished a rough training simulation. Batman pulls a blue lollipop out from his utility belt and hands it to Robin.

Robin looks at it. Then looks at Batman. Then pouts at him.

Batman takes off the wrapper and holds it back out. Robin takes it.

“There’s lollipops in there too?” Green Arrow, who was walking with him to go discuss an upcoming mission, asks.

“Along with gummy worms. Sour and normal.”

“How much candy do you have in there?”

“Normal amount.”

Green Arrow shakes his head a couple times, then hurries after Batman when he sees he fell a few paces behind.

Is it a game Bruce and Dick have? Are they trying to get someone to snap? Or are they both just funky little guys who keep odd shit in their utility belts? The world may never know.

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

(This is so random and I'm going a bit insane at almost 3am😫)

Duke: Tim! Wssp?

Tim: *face half an inch away from his phone* reading.

Duke: reading what?

Tim: 🧍🏻‍♂️

Duke:🧍🏾‍♂️

Tim *mumbles*

Duke: huh?

Tim: *mumbles a bit louder* superbat😔

Duke: omg?? *whips out his phone and opens a recent tab* same?!

*staring at eachother in disbelief for a solid minute*

[Meanwhile in the other room]

Jason: *writing superbat fics*

[clumsypuppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday