#casper replies

[savingsallow]

Happy Birthday, Casper my beloved!! 🥳🎂💕

For my beautiful platonic wife on your birthday, I have Ale’s Chocolate Frog card sketch 💝❤️‍🔥

BAGEL OH MY GOD 😳

— THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU!!!! ❤️‍🔥

words aren't enough so lemme express my gratitude thru memes:

[savingsallow]

DIANA!!!! 😳

— THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! ❤️‍🔥

don't get me started with our shared brain cell 🤣

the colors?? the texture?? the DETAILS 🤯❤️‍🔥

Happy birthday Casper and Val @savingsallow !

Thank you for creating Val, she’s an amazing character <3 I could learn a lot from her (and not only me, Chris is very lucky to have such a friend!). And I'm very glad to have met you, Casper even though our shared brain cell scares me sometimes 😆

[softhairedhotch]

Just thinking about holding hands with Aaron!!! At any time of the day!! All the times of the day!!!! So dreamy and cute and RAHHHHH‼️‼️‼️ And he loves it too, your touch is something he NEEDS 24/7. At first I can kinda see him being shy about it, especially if it’s in front of the team, but he gets more comfortable and loves it :,) or if you’re both holding Jack’s hand with him in between you both?? Swinging him back and forth (safely) and just living life!!!!1!1!1!1!1!1!1

dude i love you so much already holy fuck your brain is so big

like i'm actually obsessed. i might cry. i WILL cry. MARK MY WORDS.

the idea of holding aaron's hand... god. it's so BIG and it'd be so warm in your hand and AHHHHHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ it'd be calloused too bc of his regular usage of guns but lowkey soft because i feel like as he gets older he starts using a hand mousterizer (that's the perfect texture and feel for him so he doesn't feel icky when he waits for it to dry) bc he doesn't wanna mess up his hands anymore than he has.

he'd be sooooo shy about public displays of affection around the team. he hasn't had an official partner in so long and he's grown used to being very quiet and reserved and alone around the team so when you come into his life, he feels a bit awkward initiating pda. but once you start holding his hand without a care in the world and he realises it's the most comforting thing ever, he's unable to stop reaching for your hand when you're around. it grounds him and makes him feel so safe and comforted and loved.

also, oh my god, he'd do his lil hand thingy but ON YOU. he'd gently rub the pad of his thumb over your knuckles or palm or thigh or anywhere he has his hand on you. not only does it ground him, it grounds you, and it's perfect.

I WANNA FINISH WHAT I'M SAYING BUT I'VE BEEN TYPIG FOR LIKE 30 MINS AND KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED SO IMA POST SO YOU DON'T THINK I'M IGNORING YOU <333

[attroxx]

❛ @incandescentia said . . . “ stay away from that well. ” runa to casper (there is a ghost!! she's warning him!!) ❜

𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀. that's normal when you live on the streets. not often does he ever venture outside the city, that's where all the food and shelter is. but sometimes, it gets to be all too much and a break is warranted. making sure his hoodie is stashed with stolen snacks they leave the city behind, wondering if the woods would have more to offer. and if anything at least he could get some peaceful sleep. standing in front of the well casper tilts his head, unable to see the bottom. have they ever seen a well before ? he doesn't think so. hand raising his fingers brush the brick. but it's as if the god's had seen him. a voice calls out, informing him to stay away. his head whips around to see a woman who is indeed a fair distance away from them and the well. she looks upset or at the very least irritated.

instinctively he raises hands to tug on his hoodie, making sure it's up and covering his ears. nervous habit. ❛ why ? ❜ they challenge. did she think he was going to fall in ? they aren't that stupid. it's in that moment he takes note of something. she . . . isn't human. the stranger, she . . . are those ears ? annoyance turns to shock. never had they met someone like themselves . . . there are others ? his heart is racing.

❛ who are you ? ❜

southern gothic . . . accepting.

[savingsallow]

BAGEL!!! AAAAAAAAAAA

— so i'm still not over ale's chocolate frog and now i also received a vallie art 🥹😭🫂❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Happy Birthday to both Ellie’s bestie, Valentine Black and to my platonic wife, Casper @savingsallow 💝🎂💕

I have to admit this is a halfway selfish gift because I've been wanting to draw these two together for a while now 💚💚

pose reference (tho I deviated a bit)

[eviefrie]

i'm soooo drunk. anyone want to discourse* about dating with me

*discourse in the original sense; a verb meaning to converse or to treat of a subject formally in speech or writing

[mousemannation]

defending tennis players on instagram isn’t enough i need a gun

[thelosercenter]

where is your pfp from

its Lucius from the show Our Flag Means Death! he's kinda my favorite lol

[savingsallow]

Happy birthday sweetheart! Here's a lil doodle to show you my love 💫🌺

MARZZZZ!!! 😳

— THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!!! ❤️‍🔥

[lucidrims]

꒰ ͜͡➸ ooc! i am a little on the slow side today. i promise to get to everyone today though ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[nervocat]

casper and i are to be acquainted as i am with all your f/os (i am threatening him with cannibalism)

I feel like he wouldn't question it much

[plusfortesensemble]

“What’s your name?” Jenny - Casper

@storyofwhoiam

Casper's sitting tucked up in the corner of a booth, sipping on a rum and dr pepper. They're always taken aback whenever someone approaches them. Their eyes drift up from the table, but there's no point other than acknowledging the other person as they can't really see in the dim lighting.

"Casper," they offer with a shy, hesitant smile. They don't really know how to do this, but if the slur in Jenny's voice is anything to go by, they don't think she'll mind. "...What's yours?"

[idnull]

‘Oh God, oh – that’s a lot of blood. Jesus, that’s a lot of blood.’ (stu @ casper)

"that's what happens when you get stabbed, you fucking moron!"

"did you think all those other people were just extra full of blood?!"

casper is not gentle as he pushes stu back to the ground, clamping one hand roughly over the wound while the other grabs for the ghostface robe that's been discarded beside them, barely contained fury behind his eyes when he looks at his companion again.

"i have to leave you here, to go burn our shit. you gotta make them think you're just a survivor, that you were here with whats-her-face."

he presses his hand harder into the wound.

"and if you can't do that, you better hope you die before i get to you."

[attroxx]

❛ @flybcll said . . . [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] to Casper ❜

𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙆 𝘼𝙇𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔. living on the streets hardens you . . . but it also makes you aware of everything and anything. the moment the shadow comes into view his ears pin against his hair, taking a large step toward the light. casper keeps his calm, despite the fact that his heart is racing. their expression changes little other than crystal eyes widening. he plants his feet back onto the ground, not paying his companion much mind. the bushes rustle and casper braces . . . only to be met with a stray cat. casper blinks, ears rising then flopping back onto his head. cats love him, go figure.

he groans under his breath, straightening his back as he stares at the calico now rubbing on their legs. a faint dusted red burns on the bridge of casper's nose. he'd reacted like that over a cat . . . how embarrassing. reaching up he grabs his hoodie and pulls it over his head, hands sliding into his pockets.

❛ . . . i thought . . . it was someone. ❜

the five senses . . . accepting.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Saint Danny of Gotham (Now With Suplexes!)

aka: He Said ‘Please’ Before Throwing a Man Into the River

Vlad was convinced now. Convinced that Danny was playing the longest, most chaotic, sugar-dusted con in existence.

Because everyone in Wayne Manor was falling for it.

Bruce had offered to let Danny shadow him on patrol. The man who trusted no one, not even his own toothbrush, had handed over a stealth suit and said, “Just keep to rooftops for now.” And Danny—sweet, shining, horror-child Danny—had nodded solemnly, promised to follow the rules, and then baked power bars for the Batfam before they left.

“Do not eat these,” Vlad warned, dramatically pointing to the bag. “They’re probably cursed. Or contain caffeine in unnatural quantities. Or powdered ghost pepper.”

Jason bit into one. “Mmm. Is that cinnamon?”

“They’re ghost-infused,” Danny said. “Boosts stamina and shields against low-level hexes.”

“I like this kid,” Jason said with his mouth full.

Later That Night: Gotham, 2:17 AM

It was a quiet patrol. Eerily quiet. Bruce was starting to feel unsettled. Not because there wasn’t crime (it was Gotham, come on), but because Danny was exactly where he was supposed to be.

On the comms, he sounded calm. Observant. Even helpful.

“Nightwing,” Danny said politely, “you’ve got a guy two roofs behind you holding a camera with a suspicious lens. Might be paparazzi.”

Dick checked. “Confirmed. You’ve got sharp eyes, kid.”

“Thanks! I used to have to keep track of invisible enemies and ghost wraiths back home, so spotting guys in beanies is kind of a vacation.”

Jason snorted. “Okay, but if he starts hovering again, I’m bailing. No one told me I’d be working with Casper.”

“Casper wishes he had my dodge stats,” Danny replied sweetly.

And then they reached the warehouse.

The intel had said “minor drug deal.” What it actually was? A gang-run blood ritual involving some kind of ancient Gotham artifact, two rogue mages, and at least one very punchable demon with a man bun.

Bruce was about to give the team orders when—

“Excuse me,” Danny said over the comms.

There was a crash. A scream. And a large, extremely tattooed man was suddenly airborne, launched straight through the air by a glowing teenager with a blinding smile and zero hesitation.

SPLASH. Into the river.

Everyone froze.

“…Did he just suplex a man into the Gotham River?” Tim asked.

“He said excuse me,” Steph whispered, horrified and impressed.

“He said please when he knocked the other guy out,” Damian muttered. “I watched.”

On the other side of the warehouse, Danny hovered above the last gang member, eyes glowing, voice still gentle.

“Hi. You seem like you’re rethinking your life choices. Want to surrender before I have to do more cardio?”

The guy dropped his knife and cried.

Back at the Cave

Danny was back in the kitchen, once again wearing his “I cook with spirit” apron, handing out celebratory cookies. Damian was scowling less. Cass had silently handed him one of her spare blades. Even Tim had given him the “you can’t be trusted, but I vibe with it” nod.

Bruce stared at the footage on the Batcomputer.

Danny, calm. Danny, efficient. Danny, using polite phrasing while delivering WWE-level combat moves with glowing fists and sparkles trailing behind him.

Vlad, across the cave, pointed furiously. “SEE? SEE?! Look at him! LOOK AT THIS!”

“He’s very polite,” Bruce said.

“He suplexed a man through the roof of a warehouse!”

“And said please.”

“HE BIT A SORCERER LAST WEEK.”

“He apologized after,” Tim added helpfully. “I checked the audio. He said, and I quote, ‘Sorry! That’s the ectoplasm talking!’”

“He vaporized a ghost snake in front of Commissioner Gordon and then offered him a tissue,” Steph noted, scrolling through her photos. “It was weirdly wholesome.”

Vlad slumped dramatically into the nearest chair. “I am surrounded by idiots. Gotham is cursed. My nephew is a gremlin in cherub’s clothing and I am losing my mind.”

Danny poked his head in, oven mitts on. “Uncle Vlad? I made brownies with ecto-marshmallow. Want one?”

Vlad opened his mouth to say something scathing.

Danny: 🥺

“…Yes, fine, but only the corner piece.”

Jason: “That’s right, he’s ours now.”

[vegalores]

[ fireplace ] sender and receiver cuddling up in front of a fireplace

@cmdrbee | casper + diarmad

Casper realises they have both been considerably quiet for the better part of an hour, simply curled up within one another the same way they curl up together in bed, more or less. He really doesn’t mind the silence at all, instead having focused on the sound of his husbands gentle breathing, almost in time with his own.

❛ Nothing makes me happier than moments like this with you, Frosty. After all these years together, every Christmas just feels more and more wonderful. You've given a lot of life back to this old, broken soul of mine, ❜ he speaks up, breaking the silence long enough to let Diarmad know what is going through his head.

They had planned so much for the last few days and successfully gotten around to most of it. The only thing left to do was choose a holiday movie, which was what they had intended an hour ago when they first got comfortable among the sofa cushions.

❛ Are we feeling comedy or horror for the Christmas flick this evening? ❜ he asks, his focus directly on his other half once more, as he leans across to kiss those cold lips.