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[googoogojob]

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[waveoftheocean]

identity shenanigans ft. clark's supersniffer 😤

superbat (every)week winter exchange gift for @gravygranola - your prompts were so delightful and i wish i was able to incorporate more of them but i hope you like it regardless!!

also thank you so much to the @superbateveryweek mods for organizing this event 💕💕

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

[ghostbsuter]

The moment he stepped into his apartment, water met his feet, and Dick held back a suffering groan. His apartment was flooded.

He is sore, tired, and just wanted to lay down. Sleep.

Plans changed, apparently, looking at the water. Taking measured breaths, he makes his way to his small bedroom, taking out all his vigilante stuff and packed them in a bag, thankfully dry. It was annoying, but what could he do?

Certainly not go back to the mansion.

With everything stored away, the bag was slightly overpacked, it didn't dether him as he returned to the hallway just as his landlord came. Others were already outside complaining about their own flats and Dick left for now, he would... handle this after he got rest.

Dick doesn't ponder long on who to call, not really. Jason is out of question, Bruce isn't even considered.

He didn't want to leave Bludhaven... which meant there really was only one option.

"Hey Danny? My flat got flooded, could I...—"

"I didn't even finish asking—"

"What—"

"Danny, I'll be over in... 10, thank you, really."

His coworker had an enthusiastic response to his request, Dick felt unbearably fond of it. Him.

—☆

Or, Danny is a Detective in Bludhaven that occasionally visits Gotham.

The thing is, Dick figured it out pretty quickly when he started working in Bludhaven, that Danny was genuine in his business.

Not corrupted, not bought, not fake.

It made him a big target in the city. One that Officer Grayson and Nightwing made sure to protect. He, admittedly, admired the man at the police station quite a bit.

[kermdoeswriting]

The worst jobs ever lead to 0 Student debt

Have you ever been so broke that you've resorted to gigs that normally would make you seem like a minor villains goon?

Danny has.

Being practically broke, drowning in constant student debt, college student has led to some of the weirdest side gigs Danny has ever done. He can at the very least confirm that as he continues his degree in Astrophysics at MIT.

But in all honesty, he's not very picky or upset about how weird they are. Danny would rather do something strange once, then continue drowning in debt the way he was currently.

Student debt was not a joke.

And even if it were, it wasn't a very funny one, considering he himself was just scraping by on his two front teeth due to them.

Either way, the point was Danny's done practically everything in Gotham possible just to make some small bits of cash here and there. Danny only ever goes to Gotham for the sake of an extra ectoplasm boost on top of the fact it has the most jobs out of any city possible due to the crime rate.

He's been a temporary goon and a guard to several different warehouses throughout Gotham & New York City (most times there isn't even anyone or anything in them but a jobs a job). He's been in charge of covering a front temporarily for what looks like fake companies (nothing to do with drug dealing or the mob for some reason, he usually tries to stay clear of those offers).

He also was a tester for some of Mr. Nygma's traps being hired for the sheer fact that he couldn't really die and therefore could test several of Mr.Nygma's traps at once.

He took a temp job to help feed Dr.Quinzel's pet hyenas when she was in Arkham for awhile as well as pet sit. That one was his favorite honestly, Lou and Bud were sweethearts despite the carnage thing.

He recently had even been a personal insta-cart driver for a certain Penguin mob-boss strangely enough (until the guy got sent back to Arkham that is).

Danny really isn't picky when it comes to jobs unless it was just something mostly immoral and just insane, like drug dealing and/or murder & world or several life ending situations or just involved with someone like the Joker.

It's gotten to a point that the average Gotham goon usually recognizes him when he passes by during a job visit. They tended to recommend him a new job when they saw him, knowing he was just as eager as they were in this economy.

Which is how he ended up here, sitting in an empty warehouse yet again for possibly another hour before he could leave and get paid. Danny was sat on the floor doing his advanced calc homework and trying not to scream about it as he sat there.

It was something he did when the nights were slower honestly. The night was ruined quickly after that though when the glass shattered above him and scattered all over his homework and the rest of the ground.

Danny only sighed and mourned the possible money he'd be losing to that mess before shaking the glass off of him and his papers. He didn't bother looking up at his possible attacker.

"You have got to be fuckin kidding me. Not again, Kid."

Only then does Danny look up to see who broke the window. Red Hood sounds exasperated despite the mask covering all of his real voice with a mechanical voice changer. Besides him was Nightwing who seemed just as disappointed as his partner was while putting his escrima sticks behind his back.

"Can I help you Red Pill, Blue Pill?"

That made Red Hood snort while Nightwing just sighed into his hands and dragged them down his face before responding.

"Kid, what are you doing in he- Is that homework???"

Nightwing walked closer almost sounding offended as he looked down at the mess of Danny's math that he was going to have to redo before turning in tomorrow. The thought of recopying everything made him feel angry all over again.

"The one you guys wrecked by getting glass all over it? Yes," Danny leaned back into his plastic chair provided by the Goonion. "Thanks for that by the way, I'm going to have to recopy everything before class tomorrow."

"That wouldn't be a problem if you just got a normal part-time job like a normal young adult." Red Hood snorted as Nightwings slight lecture and it made Danny roll his eyes at the both of them as he sat up.

As if he hadn't tried that route already. In between his space museum internship during the day and his thousands of classes every week, he didn't exactly fit a lot of younger adult jobs schedule.

"Do you know any nearby normal adult jobs that are hiring a current university student with millions in debt and a internship schedule that only allows them to work at night?" Danny snapped back which made Red Hood start to snort and laugh again at Nightwings expression.

"Well..." Nightwing at the very least had the decency to look sheepish as if he had thought about it genuinely and couldn't think of a thing.

"Thought so." Danny slumped against the chair again, before shutting his eyes. He waved them away as he sat back, already mentally preparing himself for another all nighter for the sake of recopying his papers.

"If thats all, I'll see you next time I get a fake listing or bad job that you guys have a tendency to break into. Go away."

Nightwing only sighed again before Danny heard his grappling hook sound off back through the broken window into the night. Red Hood only chuckled one last time before ruffling his hair.

"See you, Kid. Make sure you try to sleep before class"

Danny just huffed at him and waved him off again as Red Hood shot his grappling hook off into the night and joined Nightwing. With a sigh, Danny sat up again and grabbed his nearby backpack filled with scrap paper.

Time to restart the equation all over again.

______________________________________________________________

Basically Danny needs money to keep going to MIT so he continuously decides to take up jobs for hire in Gotham (and other places but mostly Gotham), which lead to him breaking a lot of laws for another cash grab.

Meanwhile, the Batfam is very concerned that they keep meeting this meta young adult (who doesn't even live in Gotham!!) who seems to continuously be running through villain placed ad offers like water to get cash.

How desperate for cash is this guy????

[novelistwriter]

Ghost King, Assassin Prince, Gremlin Princess

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been summoned by Ra's Al Ghul, and the obvious Fruitloop wants immortality in exchange for his young grandson. Now, normally, Danny would've refused on the spot, but the day before, Clockwork had told him to accept his next summoning offer and give the summoner the vial that Clockwork gave Danny. So Danny, reluctantly, accepted Ra's Al Ghul's summoning plea and took the Fruitloops Grandson and giving the Fruitloop the vial he got from Clockwork (and an infant dragon bat that the boy refused to leave behind, and a week later, Ra's Al Ghul had died in his sleep and became a thrall to Clockwork).

Damian Al Ghul becomes a Nightingale in Danny's home dimension, as Danny, a young adult, lives in a home in Amity, away from his parents, who are too off the rocker to accept him as Phantom, and using his inheritance from his Ghost King title to pay off rent and other stuff. Sam and Tucker had grown apart from him after they all went their separate ways to follow their dreams. They all tried to stay in contact, but collage and the duties of a Ghost King was the Bane of the everlasting Trio.

Damian grows up with a fairly normal childhood, though still having League training because of Clockwork finding League Ghosts to teach him, and with Damian being the First Prince of the Ghost King instead of being the Demon Heads Heir.

Damian and Dani, known as Ellie, don't initially hit it off, but eventually, they become siblings with the help of Danny and Jazz.

And then Danny is captured by both his parents and the GIW. They vivisect him for hours before he is rescued by his children and Jazz. They flee to Damian's dimension to live there, away from the GIW and the adult Fentons.

They live in Gotham, as it has enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain Danny during his recovery. He can't speak too much because his vocal cords are still regenerating. The Batfam takes interest in the Nightingale Family because of Jazz being an intern at Arkham, and Danny catches the eye of Bruce Wayne during a Rogue attack.

[max-nico]

Tim really didn't mean to, he swears. It's not his fault Danny snuck up on him on patrol! One moment, he's aiming a birdarang at a crate his target is carrying, the next someone is touching his shoulder. There wasn't supposed to be anyone on the roof except Tim- who was already on edge, mind you- and then there were fingers! Fingers that could've very much been trying to kill him, thank you. So sue him for acting fast in self defense!

Tim swears if he could do it again he wouldn't be watching his best friend bleed out through the neck. It's a wound deep enough that it doesn't matter how much pressure is put on it, there is just not enough time to save Danny.

So he watches, heart heavy as Danny stumbles, and a thick wave of blood spurts from his neck. He watches as Danny's hand subconsciously comes up to his crying throat. He watches as Danny drops down to his knees and chokes on his own blood, another wave of it erupting from his mouth.

"Oh God, Danny-"

"No this is my fault- hrrgk- oh this is so embarrassing! Hughhk- h-holy shit."

He watches as Danny... Doesn't die...? What the hell??

[stealingyourbones]

Journalist Clark Kent was assigned covering the Ghost and Ectobeing Science Confrence. With the Anti-Ecto Acts having been repealed and the GIW disbanded late last year, the science deviated from weaponry and was now far more ectobiology and ecto-sociology centric. He was tasked with reporting the new scientific advancements and discoveries for the average layman.

The conference, hosted at Metropolis Convention Center, lasts an entire week. The unusually long conference length is explained on its webpage, claiming it’s; “precaution for potential delays or setbacks from; ghost attacks, enraged ex-government GIW employees, or extreme ecto-tech malfunction.”

Just from that notice alone, Clark knows he’s going to have quite the eventful week ahead of him.

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[emmyrosee]

a gamer's child taking over the stream while said gamer is busy cooking for reader's cravings. not saying it should be kenma, but!

NO IT SHOULD BE KENMA YOURE SO RIGHT-

-----

the chat on stream scrolls endlessly while the viewers talk amongst themselves, waiting for kenma to come back from "feeding the beast"- chat is more than aware that means kenma's wife, and for that, they'd never rush him.

that is, until a small sprout of hair makes itself known to stream as maesi crawls onto her dad's chair, her small frame being engulfed by the large swivel chair. then eyes blink excitedly at the camera, happy smile and small pants of effort filling the audio.

chat loses its mind immediately.

weweebwebs ITS THE GIRL OF THE HOUR

papaspancakes ITS SPAWN

"hello chat!" maesi giggles, grabbing the edge of the desk to pull herself closer. "daddy 'nd mumma eatin', 'nd i done already."

xylophonesrus i would fight for u spawn

lasagnalover SPAWN

notemmyrosee spawn ily

rindousfaveprince its literally kozuken's mini me omg

small hands grab the big controller and exits the game, thumbing through the cataloge of games before clicking on a spongebob game. "uhm, daddy 'nd i be playin' this." bright colors fill the screen, a far cry from the darker themed game kenma was just playing.

theweekndsfangirl not the battle for bikini bottom

letmeeatatootsieroll BFBB is crazy spawn

bigmacbigback skill issue that kozuken needs spawns help

imapigoinkoink spawn i like u more than ur dad

“excuse me, little miss?”

maesi’s head quickly looks over to see kenma coming back into his office, her cheeks curling into a smile at his arrival. “just what in the world are you doing?”

“daddy, play sp'ngbob.”

he smirks, “you wanna play spongebob?” he leans down to pop his head into frame, “have you been nice to spawn while i was gone, chat?”

chat fills with promises of being respectful of the young child, kenma shifting maesi to sit on his lap instead of alone on the chair, “‘kodzken doesn't trust us’ you’re right, i don’t, not with spawn."

kenma holds maesi steady while she sets up the spongebob game, rambling to chat about what the family ate for dinner, her favorite new color to color with, and how she raced her toy truck down the slide at the park today.

"-nd mumma was tellin' daddy 'bout how she shiddin' green , 'nd-"

kenma tenses up quickly covers his four year old's mouth, eyes wide in his skull and jaw hanging open. the playful music of the game plays on loop, maesi squirms in her father's grip. kenma doesn't budge, completely frozen in disbelief and absolutely hoping that his chat doesn't pick up on the fact that maesi just told chat about her mother's... stomach problems

unfortunately, they do.

marysueog HUUUUUUUH?

vanillafoamblock THERE AINT NO WAY-

celebrategoodtimescmon THATS DISGUSTING!!!! WHERE

crayongobblin SH1TT1NG GREEN, SMALL CHILD???

thank you kuroosassscheek for 1500 bits WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING MY PRINCESS?

"...no one clip this," he whispers. "no, guys, don't, miss kodzuken cant know... oh god, my poor wife... oh no..." his shoulders shake as a means to hide the laughter that very clearly climbs up his throat, face scrunched and cheeks puffed to try and suppress his amusement. chat flies quickly, laughing emotes filling the scrolling text. "guys. this is not funny okay? my w-wife is ill... it is not funny..." he takes a deep breath, "let's just.... play the game- TO THE GUY WHO SAID SKILL ISSUE IS BANNED, mod's, get on that, please, don't ever make fun of my wife's tummy troubles."

[hyolks]

you're the only one i can ask this of

[deerspherestudios]

Would it be possible for m/c to ever possibly escape and if so what would his reaction be ?

Now why would you want to escape? There's nothing wrong with your mushroom friend ::-)!

(Technically not canon,,, yet,,,, this was a Patreon sketch request!!)

[kagihirapotato]

shiguang fluff week: food

the return of the bowl of the male dormitory