#prompt: none

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

this is, as the kids say, A Mood

love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in

[deadwooddross]

There were some hear me out/smash or pass polls going around that simply didn't have enough sloughing skin in them for my tastes, so I made one of my own for funsies Come, spin the wheel,

[queeniewithabeanie]

Blue Rose Syndrome

Dpxdc Prompt #27

Turns out ghosts have their own fucked up version of Hanahaki. Instead of being a result of unrequited love, ghosts will start coughing up flowers from their core when they can't fulfill their obsessions.

It's always the same type of flower too, blue roses. Something so unnatural they mean 'unattainable'.

And it seems that whatever higher power there is in the world really hates Danny, because while he's at his happiest, he's also most susceptible to the disease.

Danny fought through a lot of shit, he escaped his parents, the GIW, and finally found a family that loved him, the Waynes.

His obsession didn't act up in Gotham because there were just so many vigilantes already helping there. And then of course that all went out the window when the family Danny prized so much turned out to be the very same vigilantes putting themselves into grave danger every night.

He tries to help out in his human form? He's told they can handle themselves and that he needs at least six months of bat-training before he can go out onto the field.

He tries to help out as Phantom? He's told "no metas in Gotham" and he can't exactly reveal his identity to his family. The more people that know about him, the more at risk he is to the GIW.

Danny's been coughing up blue roses for over a week now and his core gets weaker every time one exits his throat.

The longer he waits, the less able he is to protect, and the more dangerous the disease becomes to him.

It's a cycle of self-destruction and Danny can't do anything about it.

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

I mean, they DO have experience.

would you trust your icon to babysit your children be honest

[roses-and-revolutions]

*Danny and a Batfam member having a friendly chat at a cafe. They've known each other for a few months now*

Batfam member: "You know, you actually kinda look like B with a few minor differences. Prime adoption bait. Hope you're not another secret love child of his." *laughs*

Danny: *Starts sweating bullets because he is in fact, Bruce's kid but from a different dimension where instead of being a himbo billionaire, he's a himbo ghost hunter named Jack who almost killed him before he got here .* "Haha, you don't say?"

Batfam member: *Clocks in on sudden shift in mood* "Please tell me you're not."

Danny: "So do you want the short and funny story, or the long and sad one? Yes, there's a right answer."

Batfam member: *crying because they can never have a normal sibling*

Danny: Also, do you believe in ghosts?

Batfam member: *cries even more*

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

I do like the particular way you have Sal turn the tables on Sonic here compared to the original scene, not least of all because their reactions both before and after suggest they're both aware of just what the joke here is. REALLY lovely work on the colors too, the soft warm feel you give to them suits the playful cozy mood of the scene really nicely and it makes the central sight-gag of the stack of brightly-wrapped presents all the more effective!

Haha Sonic Christmas Blast reference

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Thoughts of Death

Bruce doesn't fear death. Because the life he consciously chose for himself is a dangerous one, and the end of it is always waiting for him just around the corner. Batman treats his death like that particularly annoying relative at a family gathering — sure, no one likes them, but they are still family, and you'll have to see them whether you like it or not.

Dick doesn't fear death. Because he's walked hand in hand with it his whole life, his last breath always on the tip of his tongue when he jumps down — from the circus catwalks or city roofs — and he is long used to the feeling. He thinks of death like the last chore on his 'to do' list, a mundane bullet point of his life. Pun intended.

Jason doesn't fear death. Because he's been there, done that, and the concept lost its novelty; the scariest things are those hidden in the dark, but he's already seen the other side. He laughs at his death like you laugh at the threat of being put in time-out when you're twenty and your kindergarten years are long over.

Tim doesn't fear death either. In fact, at this point in his life, he is not even sure he ever feared it — for as long as he remembers, the thought of eventual end never stroke him with horror. Instead, it brought the slight, fleeting feeling of relief, like knowing that no matter how heavy the grocery bags are, you'll be able to put them down once you get to the kitchen comforts you as you carry them.

Danny Fenton stopped fearing his death when he was fourteen. Not because it's always one step away, not because he's grown used to it, and not because he's experienced it before, many times.

Danny doesn't fear death because he knows that instead of being the last curtain, it is his freedom.

What I mean by all these vague statements is that when faced with a threat of inevitable death, Bruce steels himself and gets ready, Dick doesn't even react aside from some mediocre quip, Jason cackles and redoubles his efforts, and Tim and Danny both raise an unimpressed eyebrow and ask,

"Okay, and?"

[erineas]

AYo-

YOU MEAN THESE?

Skull design by @desktopdinosaur

Forest god au by @llamagoddessofficial

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

I've always liked the way this scene plays with Perspective; it doesn't exactly make SENSE for us to see Sally through a targeting scope given that Nack is, as far as we can tell, using a plain-jane revolver? But it works well to play into the Threat, and moreover it encourages us to see this the way MINA sees it, as something Very Bad that she needs to stop.

A comparison from sketch to final page from Archie’s ‘Sonic The Hedgehog’ comic #123, from the story “Heart held hostage” drawn by J.Axer. Support us on Patreon

[mischievous-thunder]

Don't ask any questions, Wade. Just trust the process. You'll be surprised how this ends.

[stealingyourbones]

I desperately need more mentor uncle figures and mentor brother figures in DPxDC to fill the interesting relationship dynamic gap that father figures stories can't always fill are u picking up what I'm putting down. Hell, just a regular friendship relationship with absolutely 0 familial dynamic.

[mischievous-thunder]

He's a babygirl, Wade. That's how old he is!

[boundforfreedomsonsal]

The cozy way you frame all the characters together here is so sweet, especially because of the mix of playful familiarity and genuine affection with which each interacts with the others; seeing all the links drawn between them-Sonic with his arm around Sally, Sally with her eyes on Nicole, Amy resting on Sonic's head, etc.-is a lot of fun, and it brings the characters' personalities and feelings into the fore of the scene in a very endearing way. The soft-touch style, the colored outlines and diffuse feel of the palette, keys into that same mood in the best way, making it feel like the blanket that wraps around the whole picture.

Sonictober 2024 Day 23! Theme: Family. Parents and siblings have come and gone during Robotnik’s tyrannical reign, but there’s one thing the Freedom Fighters will always have: each other. No matter the circumstances, love and community can always be found.

Art by @nebuleeart

[soullessseraphim]

May I offer you silly clueless sharks in these trying times?

Sidon came to appreciate Oceanus as an individual so now to greet him he nuzzles him

companion and courtship prompt ?

[starry-bi-sky]

“Your brother is adorable.” The cashier cooed at Danny, peering over the counter with a smile. “What’s his name?”

Danny looked down to the surly, scowling little de-aged Batman currently holding onto his hand, glaring up at the cashier with bright blue eyes.

Things had already been bad enough when he’d gotten caught in a fight in Gotham, but things went from bad to worse when a magician had hit Batman with a de-aging spell and then shoved them through a portal.

Into a different fucking dimension.

Because of course neither of their lives could be easy. And now the two of them were stuck in Iowa in the middle of nowhere, at a truck stop gas station, trying to go on a cross-country roadtrip to reach the nearest hero city and get home.

He looked up and smiled awkwardly, trying to come up with a name off the top of his head — one of the heroes called Batman ‘B’ when he got hit right? B for Batman, right. B… B… Bee… Bees.

“Buzz.” He said, and tried not to grimace as the cashier’s face warped with surprise. “Like the astronaut.”

This was gonna be a long trip.