#<- shared custody

[hipstersoulgushers-art]

Oc ified them bc @joltning’s post was making me think about how I’d do that. (cheating a bit bc I already had Tanner and Fractal already designed for rps but Jason is newer, still based on rp/story stuff with @valveorangebox)

some loose notes!

They’re mostly the same personality wise, Tanner is less sneaky than Felix and a bit less hinged, Fractal is less reserved than Locus but still “the quiet one”, Jason is more divorced than Wu. (still heterosexual 😔)

actual designs are based on gold colors, also some math concepts. Fractal was named off of the idea that fractals are infinitely introspecting, it has a similar vibe to locus of control, though fractal kind of embraces the idea you can’t control anything, just account for patterns. He’s into worms and philosophy. I haven’t decided if he took his own eye out or if something happened to him.

Tanner is named after tangents, I was specifically thinking about this example I saw about how tangents are used to calculate how far to building an awning to keep the sun from hitting the windows behind it. I also wanted to lean more into the cop thing/knight facade Felix has. He’s less of a knife guy.

Arc is just connecting two points (aka the other two morons). Only realized after writing this that Jason is one letter off of Mason. Its to reference Jason and the argonauts not just random. I imagine him being even more sappy than Wu, he has some lofty ideas of being able to be normal if he just gets far enough making money doing merc stuff. Visually based on fencers and diving suits, I think he tends to be their stealth guy, sort of a “get in from an angle they don’t expect” thing.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

you mean nothing to me

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

---

It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[benevolentcannibal]

the no good, very bad prince rises ❄️

[poon-nropay]

SUPES AU! SUPES AU! SUPES AU! SUPES AU!

Had so much fun talking details with my co-parents of this AU, @coldbronzemoon. The brainworms have taken over! So, here are the CONCEPT ART of the Cosmic Duo (designed by Bronzemoon as well!), and the adults in their "Primes" years! (The genres crash is so real.)

For context, you can read the starter post OR;

to extend our reach to the stars above by bronzemoon!!

Probably gonna drop more lore at some point, but right now let's introduce you guys to the current cast under read more!

Dipper and Mabel: Astro and Comet, the Cosmic duo! Magical Pre-teens with the power granted by THE AXOLOTL, the newest heroes on the block for Gravity Falls City! Ready to take the town by storm with their Magical Mascot, Waddles, the Cosmic Hog! [CURRENT STATUS: Debuted, active.]

Stanley Pines: The Piranha, the biggest crime lord in town. He'll chase you down and chew you up faster than you can flinch! [CURRENT STATUS: active.]

Stanford Pines: Six-Shooter, the scientist turned sci-fi gunslinger, the best protector and biggest hero of Gravity Falls City. Nemesis of Bill Cipher. [CURRENT STATUS: active.]

Fiddleford Hadron McGucket: The Spectator, Six-Shooter's Partner, tech genius, and owner of the biggest spy camera network in Gravity Falls. [CURRENT STATUS: retired.]

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[lass-us-slay]

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

.

.

.

Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

———

Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[shandzii]

gonna be extra busy bc the semester assignment is a 1-2 mins short film asdfghj throwing around these two goobers

[tarraing]

my ‘nuclear’ family

male robo mom, neurodivergent blue eyed dad, pink daughter, carrot son and woke dog

[coldemergency]

Voldemort: Harry, I need you to give me my snake back

Harry: No! It’s my weekend, we have shared custody!

Voldemort: Nagini is not your child, she is a highly intelligent, extremely terrifying and deadly creature-

Nagini: boop the snoot

Harry: Aww, who’s my little danger noodle?

Voldemort:

Voldemort: What have you done to her

[radioapple-heathen]

Sneak Peek art for Chapter 6 of my 📻🍎 fic loml (updates tomorrow 🤩)!

Alastor & Eden art by @puparella ♥️

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

pinterest ily never change

[cappycodeart]

The monarchy is in shambles.

[ghostbsuter]

"Hey constantine, who's that?" Someone asks and Connie looks down at Danny, blue eyes staring back at him.

"My coworker."

"He's my dad."

"What?"

"What."

—

Who knew John Constantine would gain a ward, one being such a little mischievous bastard with bright eyes and good heart.

He certainly didn't.

Nor did he expect the stabby Robin to get into a heated argument with his ward, gesturing to his form next to Batman and spit venom.

"But‐ Damian! Look at him! I can fix him!" Danny argues back and Robin, so done with this, rips his mask off and—

Oh.

They have the same face.

Connie looks at Batman, nervous what the reveal will change.

("I don't care if you can 'fix' him, danyal! Return to Father, to me!")

Batman stares back.

("Connie is dad shaped! I chose him myself, damian! Leave me and my choice alone!")

The day will only get longer, it seems.

[gogojamie]

Johnathon Ohnn aka the Spot from ATSV! He was trying to cook something and failed so miserably he had to have a sit about it lol 🐄🍳

[clownzaf]

Mermaid Tim Drake au!

He goes to a JL meeting with Bruce once as Red Robin but instead of standing aside of Bruce he instinctively goes and kneels before Aquaman.

Everyone is confused.

Arthur just gives the fondest smile ever and signs for Tim to sit with him. Tim just shakes his head and stands behind him. They’re not equals, he is his king. Usually he doesn’t care about respecting authorities but he respects Aquaman.

And then everytime that Red Robin it’s forced to work with the JL he will be seen with Aquaman, much to the Batfams dismay.

They discover Tim’s secret long after. And when they do, Arthur starts dropping for dinner since Tim is “His kid too”

[clumsypuppy]

long overdue Vincent update 🩷