#and now he is attacking AGAIN

[handfulofmuses]

Right where it hurts him the most.

Which means they likely talked about that. Leatherhead knows about Slash's insecurity as a leader and given how close they are ... Slash knows about LH's issues as well, otherwise he would not have dropped this.

[minotaurfaggot]

Bunnies is a difficult animals

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[velvetwyrme]

damn those conses do quence (/j /j, unfortunately[...?] no bug mpreg took place here)

anyway, woe, grub be upon ye. tbc... whenever i finish the many other things i need to do lol.

i did this instead of making an ask blog because i dont have the time or energy to upkeep that atm, but honestly?? it probably wouldve just be easier to make an ask blog instead of... doing whatever this is LMAO,,, but i had fun so its ok sklvfjbfkbdb,,

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[skitskatdacat63]

Why is he like this, why is he such a freak, who gave him the right to act like this

[mipmoth]

Cain instinct strong enough to traverse time and space

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick's leather sling | requested by EVERYONE

[ruubesz-draws]

Quality time with the eldest (Earth) and the youngest (Minus One)! Whatever could go wrong??

Yet again, another cat moment for Minus One. He likes Legendary the most out of all the brothers

Goodbye, Minus One... you will be missed :'(

(Pro tip! Be careful with your belongings at the beach. You never know what might happen to it)

[iamstilldefinitelytheratking]

My favourite little war criminals

[iluminated-goat]

Enough 2fords fluff for now, time to return to my degeneracy. I talk a lot of preg!Stan but I can't believe you guys stood here watching me make a fool out of myself by completely forgetting about their firstborn son/j

Also biggest shout out to my amazing friend @mirrorworldangel who reminded me of this AU and got me inspired enough to finish these doodles I started a MONTH ago. Also why is the shapeshifter so hard to draw I'm not even kidding i was physically fighting the screen at times holy shit

This started more of a silly idea of wanting to see these two interact, especially in the context where Ford and Stan are... getting there in terms of fixing their relationship. And yeah the shapeshifter is an "animal"/anomaly, but it's still a baby y'know?? And considering the most prominent figures of his life were Ford and Fiddleford at the moment, I'd feel like he confuse Stan for Ford because of their similar appearance (and also cause newborns visions are SHIT I'm not even exaggerating). So Stan, who looks likes their main caretaker and whose smell is around the shack, is immediately considered family by him.

In summary it's just me throwing motherhood at Stan with the speed of a missile. Needless to say my guy is not on board with the idea for the first hours. But listen, when the only thing you've been practically doing is preparing to care for a baby, you kinda start recognising some things – willingly or unwillingly. So yeah, Stan might as well adopt the entire forest at this point.

So he takes care of Shapey with the excuse that "he's preparing for the real deal", that he's just going to take him to Ford and never see him again. But the kid grows on him like a fungus, especially when he takes Ford's young appearance – that he later changes to look a bit like Stan too (that's their mama wether Stan wants it or not). And yeah, Stan doesn't really call Ford his "Pa" cause that's kind of tied to their father, doesn't really feel like it belongs to his brother.

And no hate to Ford, he genuinely liked Shapey too. But my guy canonically treated him like a pet and Fiddleford was too terrified to get near him, so Stan's the one teaching him how to actually behave/adapt as a human (which just hardens his resolve that Stan IS his mom/caretaker).

And considering Shapey is still learning how to shift and how to be a human, he's in the middle line of the uncanny valley. He looks like a mix of both Ford and Stan (like a fusion), the way he moved (a bit stiff and uncoordinated), his eyes flashes like a nocturnal animal and his teeth (i know he leans more towards a bug, but I gave him the teeth of a giant isopod (top teeth) and an African Bullfrog (lower teeth) – fun fact, you can hold them like a baby in the crook of your arm/elbow from how big they are!)

While Stan's on his single-mother-era, Ford and Fiddleford are almost turning the forest upside down trying to find Shapey bc what if he gets hurt or hurts someone??? They're worried the kid is on the brink of death while he's out there living his best life playing with Stan, learning how to walk and write, eating more things than canned food and having bedtime stories. So yeah when Stan finally goes to them saying "look what I found in my bed lmao" the two are almost having a stroke.

Ford just doesn't start yelling/accusing Stan of tempering with the research (we stan a king who is not accustomed to change) because 1. Shapey has a fully human appearance 2. They don't want to startle the kid and accidentally hurt Stan (even more with his current situation - the pregnancy).

Stan with messy mullet hair, that's it. Shapey kind of starts losing the shape of what he shifted after long period of hours because he's not really used to it and he's still learning about his powers (and also cause putting a kid to sleep is hard). In case you want to know Ford's internal monologue, it's just him going: "he named him after me, he still want us to be family" kind of thing.

Also sorry if this is confusing to read, I'm almost falling asleep (which is becoming a pattern whenever I post lmao) so I'm gonna dip, good night or morning whenever you are guys.

Nothing much to add, but I really want to thank you guys for all the support you've given me. It genuinely makes me happy that you guys like my silly drawings and ideas. I know that I'm not very active on the tag or on other blogs (lack of motivation and I'm shy :(( ), but I want you guys to know that I appreciate every single one of my followers, lurkers, mutuals and my amazing friends. You guys are so cool and I'm grateful for every single one of you :D 🩵

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Rage Form

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.

Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.

Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.

And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.

Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.

Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.

Fuck.

[elodieunderglass]

Regarding Colm's pony - every shitty parent looking to get rid of a pony I've been aware of has just sold the pony without warning the kid. If mom is financially-minded, horse body disposal costs money, and even shipping to a downmarket auction will at least pay for the petrol. HOWEVER, what I keep rotating for drama: there is a "murdered for insurance money" option, depending on the value of the pony (a little light fraud may have been involved) - this was definitely a thing around the 70s-80s in the states, but it tended to come out years later, after the statue of limitations on animal cruelty ran out and the people doing the horse wetwork came clean. In this case, maybe the vet who signed off on an accidental death for the horse insurance company admitted misgivings to one of the boys as adults, one random day they happened to see each other, but no one other than mom really knows?

(In reference to the probable fate of the childhood pony of Killie the Jockey OC and his siblings)

Oh my GOD you can’t just SAY THINGS like —

Oh that pony is DEAD-dead. Maximise the drama. Rotate that sod like a rotisserie chicken. You’re good at this.

[casualavocados]

You've never done that when I got close to you before. Why? None of your business. Tell me, or you can't leave.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 10

[batsplat]

turned on the alcaraz replay in the background because i saw he'd lost (look we all have our vices) and heard the commentators mention a name i wasn't expecting