#*hides in hands*

[random-cockroach]

OKAY, I didn't read any further about Vortex and First Aid mecha au fics but AHAHA I will just real quick write down a little thingie but since I am dead shy about my writing it will get buried wheeeezeee

SO, Brainstorm is the creator of all the suits. I'm sure he will be interested in the Vortex's case. I'm sure boss isn't interested in him investigating this case. I'm sure First Aid doesn't care about him investigating this case. I'm sure Vortex is interested in death of this suit's creator. "A medic without training managed to pilot Vortex? For weeks? And still alive?" -------------

"Vortex, this is Brainstorm he is... really interested in investigating your whole situation. His job today is to not get stomped on" "What a squiggle snack. My job is to ruin others' jobs, crossy" if only Vortex could move on his own before pilot can take control, the smug deformed grin could have been seen accompanied by shoulder wiggles Felix tiredly sighed and took out megaphone. "Brainstorm, get ready to play tag" The crazy scientist on the floor somewhere down below, looking like an ant from the top angle of the mech, started excitedly jumping on the spot, "Did it... he told you that? Warned you? It can do that? Do you two talk? For real?" without getting his eyes off the mech while also writing down everything in his newly took notebook. He didn't take a safe place on purpose. Direct contact gives like 80% more information. In the separated from Brainstorm's brain reality it was giving 80% only of his death from Vortex or his Boss.

Vortex loves playing with lives and lap up in them resisting in the face of death. No less he loves to see Aid standing on his way, he demand it actually. With the help of First Aid (which isn't actually that needed as he thought it would be) they managed to make about 4 full laps around the room. Ugly cackling and other undescribed sounds could be seen on the screen of the cockpit. Brainstorm is damn good at running and writing. How many years of experience he has? "You tell me you just hold the handles but you don't move? It's the force moving for you?" "Yes," blank look on his face tells how sapped he is of this clownery. Not like someone will take over the suit until he dies to end his suffering. Brainstorm made a higher jump. He does it when he has strange ideas. "Is it the dead spirit? Poltergeist moving you, touching?" Vortex stopped running for a moment and stood up in a pretty cocky way. [Can you feel my touching, crossy-pussy? ~] Words were accompanied with touching. First Aid launched his hands from handles "YES" "OH MY GOD THE CREATOR SO IT'S POSSIBLE? So if the poltergeist can take over once the pilot is in charge how much possibility that if to -" muttering state (actually very loud) took over once again, he kept running circles and writing down while Vortex was standing still. [Awww, rude, cuss, fighting already, don't piss me off, I will bite ~] Felix... sat down with his hands on the face pressuring against laps. Someone finally believing him made it worse. He turned his brain off for some minutes when scientist's voice finally got in his ears. "Can I get in the cockpit while you hold handles?" [Yes ~] "Of course, if you want to be smashed exactly in the middle of your body from brain to tip, very promptly. Might be fun actually, I haven't been covered in human blood for weeks" [I can cover you in blood of so many, just one your word and I will give you such a pleasure show] "What if I get in with you by my side, does mech work only from handles? Can you turn it on differently?" [Oh yeah he can turn me on in so many different ways, big brain] That wasn't necessary. First Aid actually considers Vortex's mass murder suggestion. He might even take a delight of it right now.

[imheretoreadafic]

I really love the concept of Tim hiding in small spaces randomly, and his family just completely accepting this as normal behavior.

Like,

Dick, mid conversation with Wally, grabs a cookie from his plate and reaches behind the couch, sticking his arm down there and pulls it up with no cookie. He doesn't falter once in his conversation.

Wally blinks in confusion a few times and then carefully asks, "Did you just... put a cookie behind the couch?"

Dick blinks as well. "Tim is behind there." He said like that should be obvious.

"What?! Dude, has he been listening to our conversation??"

"Nah, he's got his headphones on." Dick says dismissively.

Tim reaches his hand up and taps Dick on the shoulder to get his attention and then mimes writing. Dick hands him a pen.

"This happens all the time, doesn't it?" Wally asked, amused.

Dick snorts and nods. "Are you really surprised? I mean, I hang upside down when i need to think, Damian cuts things, Jason shoots things, Bruce broods. Tim hides."

Wally laughs. "Fair enough, man."

Or,

Mid Justice League meeting, Bruce looks under the desk he's at, grunts and motions to the side of his head. Then, he grumbles "Notepad." A second passes, he straightens up and starts scribbling something onto a notepad.

"What the hell just happened?" Hal asks bluntly.

"Red Robin is under there." Clark says immediately, used to this whole thing.

"Okay... Is there, like, a reason for that?"

Bruce grunts, and Clark says, "He likes it under there."

"Ooookkaayyyy then."

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[incendavery]

worryingly specific

receipt:

[thisdudedoesntexist]

I had a fic idea but don't know where to go with it, so if you want to expand on anything feel free.

So, Danny's finally an adult who's off to college at Gotham (the STEM there is crazy for how many supervillains have doctorates). Since Vlad actually took the time to heal and grow past his issues and turned into the crazy Bi uncle he was supposed to be, Danny's got his college paid for.

In the form of $50,000 and an kinda ok motel near the upper west side.

He tried asking his former nemesis why he's done this but Vlad just told him it's so he has some "pocket change and experience".

Danny's been spending the past few weeks aceing his his STEM middling at literature and upgrading the motel into something actually decent.

His business seem to be attracting the strangest living too. That's saying something since he's got ghostly and living guests. Danny knew this place was cursed but still feels surprised every time they show up.

1st: A nice lesbian couple came on the first night cause one with green-ish skin named Pam according to the pale lady named Harley felt the vegetation get really excited when he came. He had about an hour of questioning on Ectology and who Undergrowth was.

2nd: A 10ft tall crocodile man named Waylon came in cause of Harley's recommendation, he looked like he'd run any moment. That night he made sure his staff wouldn't mistreat people like him and by the time croc left there was a glowing sign by the door about how different guests are to be treated with respect no matter how they look.

3rd: THE Red hood showed up asking about a kid who worked there. Her name's Zoe and when her parents reaction to their kid being trans was to kick her out of the house at 17. She biked to the motel to get some rest before catching the bus out of Gotham, got a job checking people in instead and has since found an actual family with the help of Amorpho a social worker Danny met a few years ago.

4th: the most recent event was when Gotham's play boy prince and his cousin Kate Kane stumbled in during his shift at the front desk. Mr. Wayne was pretending extremely well to be drunk while his cousin was wrangling him awkwardly. If Danny didn't have super senses he wouldn't have noticed he was acting, or the tracker added to his cuff when he was semi-forced to shake "Bruce, just Bruce. Everyone's always so stiff." Hand. The tracker had little legs and crawled under his shirt, creepy and fascinating.

[atlas-hope]

guess who rediscovered the feral ford tag

[xitsensunmoon]

How come moon has fur on his clothes? 👀

cw: implied death, minor blood

Familiar textures

[abyssalzones]

low lays the devil in me

*if you tag as ship it's an insta-block. not what this is. thanks

[lurkinginnernarrator]

disciple era peak lords getting sent on a big infiltration mission together

shen jiu completely flipping into a flirting doe eyed personality to extract Intel, to the shock and distraction of all the other PLs

oh or it being like a criminal ring and sj fitting in perfectly, like he swears worse than a sailor, knows ALL the lingo, could probably drink/smoke everyone else under the proverbial table, knows what faux paus to avoid

Or both, that'd be really funny

Mission 1 SJ: Honeypot

Mission 2 SJ: gang

[myuuchii]

sunhats on!

based on this:

[pixelifiedcation]

Remember how Till has a heart beat monitoring ear piece that would make it impossible to play dead? I did and I was like “till is so dead the aliens will just shoot him again if they see a faint heartbeat”.

Anyways I just went back to check and guys. GUYS.

THE EARPIECE FELL OUT. THE ALIENS CAN’T TELL. PRETTY SURE THE LIGHT IS OFF TOO. VIVIMENG STOP GIVING US HOPE.

[shinotail]

Realized I have not posted in awhile goooo my attempt at human loop doodles

[aaeeart]

have a Zeb and Kanan

[0vergrowngraveyard]

That one time where Sonic decided to play hide and seek with him because the kid is super bored and ends up not finding him for like an hour meanwhile Tails is just nearby, following him, making sure he doesn't hear him like a ninja

never again

[technically-human]

I know the classic design stuff is supposed to be all sillies. But I do wonder if classic Stone misses home sometimes, misses his Life.

At the end of the day, he doesn't know Robotnik. Doesn't really have the context to the man, nor why he got brought there. He saw someone that? Looked like him? And a man who looked like this Robotnik fellow? And they kidnapped him and brought him there and...

Idk, I feel like there's a weird angst niche in this crack au?

The sad thing is that he really doesn't.

Stone mentioned that he couldn't imagine another version of himself being happy without having met the Doctor. He was right. Classic Stone didn't actually have anything going on. He lived in the Star Light Zone, he talked to the bomb badniks every now and then, and he prepared lots of coffees and drinks, but he had no friends nor any real hobby. He was just... bored.

While he was, indeed, kidnapped and taken to Eggman, Stone is free to leave. No one has said as much, but he knows this. What he doesn't know is that, if he does leave, Eggman will probably stalk him not so subtly. But he won't stop him from leaving. He has decided to stay because he's curious about this whole thing, and a bit amused by how awkward Eggman is around him. Stone hasn't even asked questions about why he was taken to this man, because he thinks the mystery is fun.

I also used this as an apportunity to draw Stone in the Star Light Zone.

ko-fi

[psychemochanight]

Nobody notices anything. So, there's nothing to notice, right?

Even Cass doesn't notice anything when she sees him. He's the same old Dick Grayson. He smiles and jokes. Of course, he's a little irritated about being in the mansion for no reason other than the fact that they had to meet at least once every few months, but he's fine.

Damian updates him on his school, and Dick rolls his eyes and grunts in between comments, knowing that the already outdated education system even in his time remains exactly the same now.

Tim asks his opinion on some programs he's developing. He may not be as good as Barbara's, but Tim knows Dick will easily spot the mistakes he doesn't after having read the lines of code five hundred times. Dick notices the errors just as he thinks (when you are learning the code for the first time, it is easier than when you have it in your head and recite it by heart rather than read it).

Only God knows why Jason is still there—maybe it's the food, maybe he's waiting for something. They barely speak to each other so as not to start fights, but they joke around, which is enough to keep the atmosphere comfortable.

Cass asks when they'll cook together again. Duke wants to join in this time.

Everything's fine. There's nothing wrong with Dick.

They decide to train before everyone goes back out on patrol in their places, Dick and Jason will soon disappear from the mansion and won't return for months, so why not?

Everything is fine, Dick is still joking around with them. There's nothing wrong.

Until the first moment he steps into the training area, he suddenly kicks a mannequin so hard that it literally breaks its neck and the doll's head flies off.

Oh... He's angry.