#problem souls

[arn359]

Can i interest yall with my G version 😭🙏

He is from my G x Reader fanfic. Problem Souls.

It's my own interpretation of him, my own G's backstory, and different from the original Gaster Sans by Borurou.

!! Original Gaster Sans belonged to Borurou !!

There's only bits and pieces of him right now, i wanna prepare more of him before i actually introduce him😭😭😭

The flowers won't be much importance in the xReader fic, but i really love flowers and i like G with flowers... so i should consider giving G with flowers more moments.

The first pic down here is a really rough sketch but it turned out to be so perfect tho i couldn't replicate its perfection. Draw it again and i dont like his skull shape so i draw it again digitally. Really serious cuz i wanna made a banner/profile for this fanfic with this piece.😭😭😭

Im going to smack him.

[359-wrsth]

Problem Souls [ DESTINY ]

G x Reader | a bit angst? a bit of suggestive talking. | 1100 words

Did he believe in destiny? No But after he met you Maybe Maybe destiny exist Or he hoped it would

“Fancy seeing you outside the bar” You said plainly after noticing the familiar face. It was such a werid sight to see him staring at the flowers in a flower shop. Colorful flowers were too contradictory to his black and gray attire, also was the bad boy vibe he had.

The melancholy on his face disappeared and was replaced with a slyly grin, his signature grin that he kept up to make people believe in his confidence.

“maybe it's destiny” It meant to be a joke even though he did hope it was destiny that he got to see you again, but the face you made… It was sorrowful. “why surprise, you know i can be romantic” he changed the subject “especially in bed” a suggestive tone in hope to distract you, so you could stop making the expression that stinged his soul.

Your face frowned, but you said in a teasing tone “Eww don’t talk like that in public” 

He didn’t mind the teasing. Even if you show negative feelings toward him, at least it’s for him. And this kind of teasing was your and his dynamic anyway. Teasing. That’s what both of you came up with without discussing it directly. It’s just mutual understanding after their second one-nightstand session. After he had begged to be your friend.

You and G, two lonely souls that were screaming for another soul. He knew his soul was reaching for you. Unfortunately, you don’t know that yours is reaching for him.

You knew your soul was screaming for someone.

But you don’t recognize who it is.

Even though he was right in front of you. 

Was it because of his soul?

G chuckled “alright, no no in public”

You glared at him with that neutral face of yours, though he can sense a bit of amusement in your eyes.

At least you enjoy his presence, even just a tiny bit or the faintest of interests. It was enough for him.

“Buying flowers?” You said.

You asked him first, ask about him. Whether it’s just a polite manner or not, it would be human thing that he didn’t care about anyway. Because of that, G can’t help the smile growing on his face.

You gave him a look.

“nope, just passing by” G tucked a hand in his jeans’ pocket and leaned on one of his legs.

You gave him a hum then looked around the flower shop.

“buying flowers?” G returned the question back to you.

“Yes”

“for what occasion?”

“... For a friend”

He was too forward, too personal, too soon. But you answered it anyway, and he appreciated you opening up to him.

You went inside the shop to find the florist, G was about to follow you but something had catched his eyes.

A set of little yellow flowers put into long tubes contained water; branches were longer than the tube to show its shiny yellow pedals.

It reminded him of his old friends in Underground.

Back when he had been in Underground, after he woke up to only see glitches everywhere, no one else to be seen, even himself had become unrecognized. Vague memories kept rampaging through his mind.

He knew the CORE incident had glitched the Underground to the point of unrecognizable, because he knew how it looked before. But himself was the only thing he didn't know.

After he had calmed down. There was one thing he knew.

He had to fix the Glitch.

And it must be at the CORE 

The CORE had become unknown where it was due to the Glitch effects. Places or paths he had known were all messed up. Every floor, every wall, every dirt, every water or anything he had known.

Except, flowers. The two flowers Underground had, Golden flowers and Echo flowers.

He was in an unknown place. Alone. But at least he had soft flower beds to sleep on. He had flowers to talk to. The only familiarity he can get, not even his soul could provide.

How pathetic of him.

G glared at the little yellow flowers in the tubes, it's the exact same color and the same numbers of pedals like the Underground ones. But clearly, it was smaller.

“That’s our buttercup if you’re interested” The florist said while you were standing beside them with a banquet in hand. 

He was deep in thought that he didn’t notice the two of you walked out. Being self-conscious, he looked around the shop and acted like he didn’t just stare at the bright little flowers. Suddenly, the blue roses behind the table got his full attention.

“what-” he cleared his throat before smiling  “never see rose this blue before”

“Well, because the blue is fake” the florist said simply but G’s soul ached. “Isn’t it amazing? It literally-” 

“Oliver” You interrupted the florist with a firm voice. “Even though I love talking flowers with you but we really need to go” You were looking at G's face. When he noticed, he slowly looked away to pretend like he didn’t see what kind of face you gave him. The expression that you sense or know something about him, the part he didn't want you to know.

Seeing that G sudden reaction was to pretend, it made you feel a knot forming up in your chest. He hid behind his wall while also asking you to lower your own.

You quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out the shop. However, G can’t help the urge to look back in that direction for one last time. He thought the blue roses had talked to him. But maybe he misheard. There’s always something wrong with him after all.

“woah, slow down sweetheart. i don’t remember having a date with you today, tho i don’t mind-”

“Just shut up” irritated but you took a deep breath before your steps slowed down. “Blue roses...it was made up” You said slowly “I wouldn't call it... that. It was made up, and it’s pretty”

G was quiet for a second before he started to talk again “i thought we’re in a hurry” he tucked on your hand that still clasped with his.

You immediately let go of his hand “We’re going to the cafe then I’m off to my business” Your voice filled with a bit of irritation but not as much as before.

G didn’t know what you saw in him, your soul didn't recognize him but you often did something or asked him something that made him questioning. You both had met just a few times. So, what did you know

That’s a question for later, he was going to enjoy some coffee with you today. More time with you. A piece of you.

A little bit of your attention was enough for him.

Because why would he had gone through hell And wouldn’t get his happy ending

[batsyheere]

Tim froze. "Huh?"

"I mean, you're definitely cute. But I don't feel comfortable with strangers? And I don't want there to be any misunderstandings."

Danny Nightingale looked flustered, nervous, and far too pretty with his cheeks flushing red under the glow of the nearby lamp fixtures. Tim wondered when his brain would finally come back online. Right now it was far too interested in putting everything else on the backburner.

On one hand, he had been trying to get information out of Danny on his connection to Vlad Masters- a connection that had seemed more tenuous with each passing minute of the evening. On the other, Tim could admit it had sounded a bit like he was inviting Danny for something more.

And if he was honest with himself, it was only mostly unintentional.

"It's not even you, I just get attached really easily and don't want something casual. Sorry."

Tim hadn't even realized boundary setting could be so attractive.

"No. Yeah, that's- fine." Smooth. The Drake-Wayne charm at its finest. Tim could hear Jason snickering on the comms.

[on-the-clear-blue]

So yall know that the League of Assassin's are like, an eco terrorist thing right? Well I just had this idea.

Sam, coming into Danny's room and just face planting on his bed: Ugh...

Danny, who was sleeping, awoken as his friend who had gone missing 6 moths ago flopped onto of him: OH SWEET-NOCTURN IF THIS ISNT REAL I AM GONING TO SOUP YOY SO HARD...

Sam, reaching up and slapping her hand on his mouth:Shhh, less screaming, more sleeping, escaping murder cults takes more energy than I thought.

Sam produces to pass out and sleep for three days straight.

---

Tucker, lookingnup from his PDA: so...you joined what you thought was a peaceful protest and some how ended up in a eco terrorist death cult of assassins? I mean...shit now I have to do something interesting...

Danny, choking on his drink: Nuh uh, your the normal one Tuck, I died and now have a magical girl transformation and Sam got kidnapped by ninjas and somehow even more bad ass, you...you can still get out of this and just be a normal person.

Sam, nodding sadly: Yeah...don't conform to our standards Tucker, be your true, weak little boney self.

Tucker, sniffing:I am so going to not do that.

---

Just the idea that Sam not only got League training but also got out is hilarious to me, like yeah, that is the kinda bs that would happen.

Alsoni can just see her dropping random lore shit.

Sam, bored as the boys study: Did you know thst the Demon Head dunks himself in corrupted ecto? Yeah it's gnarly man, didn't taste good.

Danny, going to speak before pausing and thinking, before sighing:Yeah I would have licked it too.

Tucker, frowning as he finishes his "Evil invention-enator": You both have so many issues.

---

Sam, trying to teach Danny the basic league hand to hand:Come on dude! It's not that hard!

Danny, falling flat on his ass after not even touching Sam: Ow ow ow...fuck yeah it kinda is!

Sam, rolling her eyes: If not only the Demon Heads six year old grandson can learn but also Ellie? You can too.

Danny, mutterinf under his breath before pausing completely:ELLIE? What was she doing with a murder cult? I thought she learnt her lesson after the last one!

Sam, shrugging before putting kicking at Danny on the floor: I don't know she was following a guy around who was catatonic, said something about being angry at him for not answering her pen pal messages or whatever, I was more busy training to really care...like you should be doing!

---

Years later Sam is joining Danny and Tucker in Gotham, Tucker because he was scouted by both WE and Lexcorp, he wanted to choose the evil company because poorer work place regulations and the likely hood of him getting a powerbost was much higher, but was bullied by his friends/partners into choosing WE.

Sam, coming to the R&D labs late one night bringing Tucker dinner so he doesn't starve working a late shift, blinking as she sees a short boy sneaking out of the lab: Biraeam? (Sprout in Arabic) what are you doing here.

Damian, blinking right back, experimental tech Bruce has yet to clear for the field clutched under one arm and the blueprints for a new type of explosive batarang in the other: Manson...I-I could ask you the same.

Sam, raising an eyebrow and staring down Damian: bringing dinner to my husband...who works here...and I can only think that you do not. So I ask that you put those things you have down and tell your bastard of a grandfather not to step back in this place.

Damian, eyes squinting, he hadn't been around his grandfather for ages at this point but still felt offended at her tone: I don't think I will.

---

An epic fight produces where they both try not and spill/destroy the things that they are carrying until either Tucker or Tim find them and explain everything.

The everlasting Trio gets invited over for dinner (mostly because Bruce is a paranoid bastard and dislikes thst one of his employees is dateing/ is partners with an ex-LoA member) and it's a bit of just pointing at each other and shit

Sam, slamming her hands down on the table as she stands: Kindly Mr Wanye, Shut the fuck up, I know your batman, we all fucking know it so if you are going to try and interrogate us at least do it properly!

Danny, sipping his wine: I mean...I-I didn't know but I um...haven't been paying much attention to the bat dude...Rag man is cooler.

Sam, glaring:And you! Fucking Ragman? You can do so much better.

Danny, offended for his hero: Oi! He does good work!

Bruce, frowning as this night has gotten away from him: He kills people.

Sam, waving over at Bruce: Exactly!

Danny, rolling his eyes: Exactly she says, while having a kill count that's still growing, Exactly she says when she was the one that pushed that oil tycoon off the 50th floor.

Sam wincing,: Maybe not in front of batman babe?

Danny, looking over to Bruce that is looking ready to fight: Shit...imma call Tuck and tell him to start packing...

[lotus-lost-n-found]

Some Batfam Headcanons because the brain never stops;

Jason hates being called "Bruce's Son". But he hates it more when hes called "One of Wayne's Orphans/Wayne's child" because fuck you I'm his son-! wait no--

With the exception of Damian, they rarely refer to Bruce as "Dad/Father". Either it didn't occur to them/didn't see the need to/thought it would be strange. But when Dick/Jason/Tim/Cass are tired or injured it might slip out. And Bruce might just crumble a bit at it

Doesn't mean they don't say it to their siblings when Bruce is out of Earshot.

"Dad said you couldn't." "What do you mean Dad said I couldn't use that mug? It's my mug!" "You snooze you lose Timmy Boy-" "Jason don't be an asshole-"

That being said Bruce says "son/daughter/child" at every available opportunity he can after he knows that they have acclimated enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable/know they can tell Bruce that they don't want to be called that.

First time Bruce called Dick "son" in a way that meant "You are my kid" and not in a "This police officer just called me son with a brow furrow" way Dick grinned and carried on with the conversation. Later he wondered if his dad wouldn't like someone else calling him Son; but Dick thinks about the life he was given because of Bruce and thinks maybe his dad wouldn't mind.

Calling Jason "son" is a hit or miss situation, even before he died. The first time it happened he was confused, he didnt think that was the relationship they had and it made everything change for him. He got frustrated--not angry--with himself and Bruce at this sudden emotional turmoil. Wasn't he just the kid Bruce picked up in an alleyway? Wasn't he just some street rat in bright Robin clothing? (He lets himself believe that he can be Bruce's son. If for only a little while).

Tim cries after Bruce is out of earshot, it would've been a year or so after his parents died and he was adopted. He didn't think he could have been wanted like that again. Even if you think the Drake's had A+ Parenting or not, I don't think he would have gotten a lot of confirmation of being wanted otherwise.

Cass smiles, emotions carefully concealed under her expression. She's grateful she found Bruce and he doesn't mention it if she leans a bit closer in a request for closeness.

Damian doesn't expect anything less, he only appears satisfied. But also relieved that he has gotten the confirmation that yes, Bruce wants and accepts him.

EDIT 10/11; hiii, i have added Duke, Steph & a Bonus in a reblog you can find on the same blog under my 'batfamily headcanons' / 'sore rambles' tag. have fun :)

[a-path-by-the-moon]

[sunderwight]

SV AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a kind of mimicry demon.

He still gets tasked by the System with replacing Shen Qingqiu, except this time he actually has to pull off an imposter role on multiple levels, while the real Shen Qingqiu is stuck in a coma due to his qi deviation. Initially he thinks the situation is going to be temporary -- just take over until he figure out how to get the original goods to wake up -- but Shen Jiu's condition proves to be more difficult to repair than just waiting. Shen Yuan buys special side missions from the System to find items and artifacts to keep Shen Jiu alive, mainly because he doesn't want to be stuck playing this part until Luo Binghe kills him, but also after the first couple of times Shen Jiu regains some consciousness (not enough to leave his bed), Shen Yuan starts to feel kind of... bad for him. Too. Despite everything.

Shen Jiu, of course, is deeply suspicious of this doppelganger that has obviously taken advantage of his weakness to infiltrate the sect and steal his identity. He initially theorizes that the creature must be keeping him alive because it needs some aspect of his vitality in order to keep posing as him, but as they share more encounters is forced to concede that the thing might just be insane? And weirdly softhearted. Over time and by feigning sleep to listen in on Shen Yuan's muttering, he figures out that this all has something to do with Luo Binghe, which he's not pleased about. But he can't deduce what. (Luo Binghe doesn't get to move into the side room in this version of the story, because Shen Yuan has the house on lockdown for obvious reasons, but he does still get to make Shizun's meals!)

Anyway, Shen Jiu doesn't manage to conveniently wake up before the Immortal Alliance Conference. Shen Yuan has to throw Luo Binghe in, which he hates, but along the way he manages to recover that magical flower macguffin that won't work on Without-a-Cure (which he doesn't have in this AU because his species is immune to it), brews a tea that finally fixes Shen Jiu, and then fucks off to go mope about Binghe being in the Abyss.

Shen Jiu doesn't tell anyone about his demonic replacement, for a variety of reasons. One, he's punishing the other peak lords for not figuring it out themselves. Two, he's punishing himself for the fact that a literal demon replaced him for like 3 years and everyone considered it an improvement. Because it was. Three, he has mixed feelings that might potentially amount to not wanting to hunt down and kill Shen Yuan, but he's not admitting that even to himself.

Everyone thinks that Shen Qingqiu's return to asshole form is a result of Luo Binghe dying, and that his sudden new research projects are part of him like, trying to make sense of a senseless tragedy, and coping. But no, he's still trying to figure out why the fuck Luo Binghe was important and why Shen Yuan inserted himself into their lives only to basically just do Shen Qingqiu's job while he was indisposed, and then fuck off the moment Luo Binghe left the picture again.

After... healing Shen Jiu. Also. For some unfathomable reason.

But this version of the System's just happy that the plot is back on track! And surely it will stay back on track. Yes? Problem solved, right? Shen Yuan? Definitely nothing is going to mess with the rest of the story, cough cough, wait why are you visiting User 01, and what would you, a demon shapeshifter, need with a Sun & Dew seed...?

[torikeu]

[watermelonstick]

How Starsky and Hutch be standing

[punch-love]

he's showing him a tiktok

[arn359]

I noticed that you had a version of G!Sans, may we see more of him? If not, it is all good! I am just interested in the ideas that you have for him.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! cuz i totally forgot i haven't post his fanfic here. I just posted it here (Don't follow that blog guys... i use it to ramble...)

At first i wanna make G x Reader story but then it became more of G's story. (I think I have problem about it being xReader or just his story his world or AU. My brain cant function with this complexity/uncertainly)

Problem Souls, is the story name. The story has like 3 phrases?(is it the right word?)

The past, when he was in underground. The present time, on surface where he has identity and existential crisis. It's the phrase he met Reader. Last phrase is after he finally found himself. He became an ecologist and travel around the world.

Sorry for the long ahh texts.

I only have his fanfic in xReader right now. (the links above) I hope it would give you some understanding of him and his mind.

At the time I write the fic was October, the month i dedicate to writing and months after that is very busy, so I haven't finished any actual drawings.

My pen broke so i cant draw digitally and i think i want some redesign for him. I want the difference of the original G and my G be subtle but idk... eh... brain cant think...

I hope this post at least, can give/answer what you asked.

[359-wrsth]

Problem Souls [ WISH ]

No Reader in this chapter | 600 words

This chapter is a little short because I think drawing the scene should be better.

Another day of sleepless nights. His mind won’t let him sleep, so he went for a walk. Just like any other day, he wandered around town in the dark with only moonlight and some lampposts as sources of light.

Steps after steps.

Lights fading.

How did he get here.

In front of the mountain. Mountain Ebott.

Deep frown on his face. Frustration. Iriration. How ridiculous was it for him to show up here in all of any other places he could be at, so many bars so many pubs he could attain instead of this place.

What kind of game do they think they were playing to make him encounter this much suffering.

How much hatred did the world have for him

He hated the world too, as much as they hated him.

Quickly grabbed his cigarette out, lit it up with a lighter, his best friend. Deep inhale. Greyish smokes flowed up in the air, swirling then faded away.

He thought he could even hear whispering coming from the inside of the mountain, which should be impossible considering how far it was.

“alright, how about a little journey for tonight” There was no joy in his chuckles, only sarcasm.

And here he was. In the wishing room. With a bit of this and that, and some advertising, this place became open for humans to come in and make a wish. For humans to know that monsters do wish too, it made them see monsters as people like them. Though it only convinced some of them.

Glowing gems filled up in the cave walls and ceilings. Glistening like the stars above. Beautiful. But he could only feel irritation boiling up inside.

“hey” he spoke to an echo flower in front of him.

“hey” the flower answered back. Just like how it always was. Just like when there was the Glitch in Underground. And him.

The more he stared at it the more scowl on his face intensified.

“i made a lots of wishes” Cigarette in hand pointed at the flower “some wishes had been fulfilled but most don’t”

“heh, i don’t even remember what i had wished for. There were just too many”

His wishes, it was all gone after he had fixed the Glitch but he was still here. After the second loud explosion from the CORE, the first thing he had seen was his hands still looked the same. Hollowed. 

And him, the tall skeleton rushing to the scenes. The usual cheerful skeleton was shocked to see his face, the horror of seeing someone else and not his brother. Though G believed he forgot about ever having a brother anyway. That’s what the Glitch left. Stole ‘him’ and left a glitch to stay. And what’s a glitch supposed to do in this world?

���but there’s a wish i remembered clearly” He emphasized on next words “till this day”

“one wish, the one i need it to become real the most”

“but it never came true”

“but it never came true” The flower echoed back.

His other hand reached out, almost grabbing the flower but stopped an inch away. The hand retreated back to his pants’ pocket; the other hand went up to his mouth then another long drag of smoke.

“pathetic” G muttered to himself.

“I’m here”

G instantly looked around, no other flowers were close by, only this one. Confusion on his face as he looked back at the flower.

“Follow the path.” It said again.

Echo flowers were supposed to repeat the last sound it heard, not talking like this. His soul beating fast, something was calling.

The path was right beside him to follow.

[nelkcats]

Strange courtship gifts

The last thing anyone would expect is for the Joker to believe in the supernatural, but apparently Gotham was in luck, because the clown was about to make a deal with the King of all ghosts to revive his prized foe.

Said King was not happy about the request, nor did he care about the clown's feelings, but he knew it was a necessary evil. Or at least, that's what Clockwork told him; of course, Danny didn't intend to do anything for free.

The Joker got his wish, Bruce came back from the dead and Danny wondered what he should do with the clown's soul. With a shrug he decided to put it to the best possible use and wrapped it in a little bow before handing it over to Jason Todd.

Jason thought it was a joke, a cute guy giving him a gift out of nowhere and claiming that the frozen ball in his hand was the Joker's soul? Yeah, right.

However, John Constantine came through Gotham and it became obvious that it wasn't a joke and that the cute guy was more than just a regular guy. It also came with the feature that Bruce returned to the living, which made him strangely relieved.

And fuck, reckless or not, Jason needed to find the guy again and steal the air out of his lungs, because that weird ball was the best gift he'd ever been given in his life and it might as well be an engagement ring.

[shatouto]

i've seen a poll about gale and anders but i feel like this one is a more difficult one to answer

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Prompt

To the delight of Gotham's citizens, and the dismay of her criminal underbelly, the GCPD has a new specialized unit that ACTUALLY apprehends criminals and brings them to justice!

It's a relatively small squad of mostly young adults, who looked fresh out of their teens. But age didn't matter once they got the work done. And they did, as they've already got criminals like Penguin, Riddler, and Bane behind bars for what looks to be 'for good'.

No one besides Commissioner Gordan knows anything about the squad as they operate as a mostly separate entity from GCPD. It was rare to see any of them, and any photos taken were unusually blurry. They are also extremely secretive; if you exclude their social media which are usually just shit posts, memes, and thirst edits of the Wayne family.

They were a total mystery. Almost as mysterious as Batman.

But those who have seen/worked with the squad before all had the same thing to say about them. They were cool. They had an unusually effective method. And their leader is a menace. With his sharp teeth and pointed smile. And bright blue eyes that spoke to your soul. It was a pleasure to see/ work with him, it really was. But they weren't planning on doing so again for a long time.

That being said, Gotham had been quiet for a while. A bit too quiet if you ask anyone, especially the Bats. Strangely, it didn't feel like the usual calm before the shit storm. The instinctual pit in their guts that usually formed just wasn't there. This was different. This wasn't the calm before the storm. This was the ocean receding. But no one seemed to realize it yet.

Not until the tsunami came crashing down on them.

The GCPD special unit accounts that had been inactive for the last three months suddenly pinged to life. Everyone who followed them clicked the notification almost immediately. With this unnerving calm surrounding them, who the hell didn't want to see what batshit crazy statement they would make after three months of radio silence.

What they didn't expect, was to see a crystal-clear picture of justice finally being served.

The picture was a selfie, taken in an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the dirty floor was the Joker. He was tied up and his head hung low. You could see how beaten he was, his clothes torn and bloody. His face paint was also coming off, revealing pale blotchy skin. Reminding everyone that, he was still human, just like the rest of them.

Behind him, all lined up with smiles on their faces, was Team Phantom. They were a bit bloody and bruised as well but overall in much better condition. They weren't wearing the normal GCPD navy blue uniform, but black and white ones. All stylized to fit the wearers taste. They all looked so young, but their eyes looked like old tired eyes, finally getting some relief.

From in the corner was their leader. Only part of his face was in the picture. One glowing blue eye, and part of his Cheshire smile. His hand making a peace sign next to the Joker. Even with only part of his being shown, everyone could tell he was relived as well.

And while the picture itself was shocking, the caption was what really got them. The top was what you would usually expect from the team. A big bold 'GOT EM' ' at the top. But at the bottom in small, almost unnoticeable text was:

"He will face his punishment. We will get our retribution. May we finally rest in peace."

[fatedroses]

Elidibus informing Emet of a pivot in their plans in the most messed up way he can manage.