#DAILY DICK!!

[fishipocalypse]

Oh I can’t buy a whale model okay I’ll just

Paper moby. Paper dick. Aw yeah.

Alright he’s kinda silly looking but he’s trying his best okay? Look at him next to that toy boat. My boyo.

Made this out of pure spite and boredom using the powers of leftover A4 paper, scissors, tape, two popsicle sticks and listening to “Dream sweet in sea major” for hours on loop occasionally switched with Mili’s “Compass” cause y’know, to fit the whole Moby Mood.

I think we should all make paper whales they’re so much fun.

[saranilssonbooks]

For decades the legendary White Whale wreaked his deadly havoc across the oceans but alas, all things must come to an end and so with Moby Dick. Brutally murdered, he was strung up and his head removed to be emptied of its spermy goop in favour of candle making and cosmetics. Farewell to a legend.

I simply couldn't solve the head situation, okay, @sentienttoastah .

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce, walking around the Manor: Hm... I hear suspiciously familiar voices

Bruce, pressing his ear to the door:

Jason, voice muffled: Yeah, well, let's say I kill sometimes in Gotham. But that's gotta be done, you know? This city is not going to help itself.

Ghostmaker: Listen, kid, I understand. Better than anyone. Do your thing.

Jason: Thank you, thank you! It just still hurts a little bit! I mean, come on, guys, we are family. There is no way you can't see the truth, and even if you do, you still threaten me to send me in Arkham or anywhere worse.

Ghostmaker, rolling his eyes: Oh, ignore them. Had I told you, once Bruce and I fought over exactly the same thing. He pissed me off, so I was knocking him down... He wakes up, I am over him, patching him up. And he goes, like, Khoa? Where are we? And I am shrugging, like... We are in Arkham because, Bruce, honey. I love you, but that's the likely place for you to end up in. Have fun.

Jason, in awe: Really? He never told us that.

Ghostmaker: Well, that's little bat for you...

Bruce, paling gradually: No. No. No.

(Minutes later, in Batcave)

Bruce: Okay, who decided to introduce Jason and Khoa to each other? I am not mad. I just need to know this.

Dick, nervous: Uh, it was me. Let's say, it was me, and I am—

Bruce: It wasn't you. Don't even try.

Bruce, stares at Tim: Timothy?

Tim, rolling his eyes: Nah. If it was me, I would be proud. I would tell everyone I did this.

Tim: But, hey, Damian was the last one who spoke with them.

Damian: Naturally. Excluding father and Cain, they are the only two people who knew my family.

Tim: I am saying...

Damian: Keep your mouth shut—

Bickering sound: intensifies

Alfred, staring in invisible camera, in the other room: I did that. I did that, and I am having my fun.

[logicallyblind]

something there’s a distinct lack of in batman fanfics, especially ‘brucie wayne’ centred ones is the networking he’d have to be doing on the daily to maintain that sorta reputation

like, we all know the man knows how to throw a gala but where are the brunches? the happy hour gossip session with his cover’s clique of the week? the golf club dinners he has to attend every third week of the month? what about visits to hospitals or schools or the soup kitchens for his philanthropy? come on now

you’re telling me he’s the most sought after celebrity in gotham city and beyond, an infamous playboy and supposed extroverted people person who can use long holidays that can last weeks at a time away in tropical islands supposedly partying it up as a plausible excuse to hide his injuries sometimes but when he’s in gotham he’s either at wayne enterprise meetings or tucked away at home alone? nah

i want to see bruce having to really utilise those meditation breathing skills he learned in the league while he’s having to sit upright in a chair with 4 broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a minor concussion in a painfully bright restaurant at 3pm on a wednesday having to listen to bethany-anne titter on about the latest gossip about her neighbours affair with the maid that’s basically an open secret by now like pls there’s so many different routes you can go with this depending on the genre,,, make bruce have to REALLY commit to that cover of his lmao

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dick bored in class thinks loudly: Are there any mind riders here?

Danny thinks back: Yeah, hi.

Dick: *Falling out of his desk with a shriek*

Teacher: Mr. Grayson! If you are going to disrupt this class one more time, I'll have you thrown out!

Dick: Sorry, sorry. *sits in desk mentally shouting* Who are you!? What information have you stolen from my mind!?

Danny: Whoa, calm down there, Robin. You were the one who asked. I thought you already knew about me.

Dick: How could I possibly know about you!?

Danny: You literally lit candles for me yesterday. You said this lovely prayer, too, though I couldn't understand it

Dick: I lit candles for the dead homeless kid i found- oh. You're a ghost.

Danny: In a way.

Dick: Did the light not guide you home? Should I light more candles?

Danny: If you like. What's that about anyway? The candles?

Dick: It's a Romani tradition. Ussually, the candle is light on your death and kept on until the funeral, but I found you too late, so I just made a circle.

Danny: That's so sweet. Thank you for including me in your people's way.

Dick: Of course. Are you haunting me now?

Danny: *Literally sitting behind him in class* One could say that yes.

Dick: Cool. What's your name?

Danny: Call me Phantom.

[dragonpyre]

Get scooped, idiot

Commission info / ko-fi

[demonicsuffrage]

Tim: Just went to good fashion island and no one there had heard of you. Btw.

Dick: Gasp

Dick: Just went to spleen island and they've decided to revoke your citizenship.

Tim: Gasp

[fictionalcharacters-mybeloved]

Say no to this, Bruce.

A few days ago Bruce had a fight with his sons, now he doesn't even remember why, it was probably something stupid that escalated and he didn't know how to stop it, it was probably his fault.

He was alone at the mansion, Damian was at Dick's house, Jason was ignoring him more than usual and Tim was on a case where he didn't want help, not from him at least, even Duke was away, it wasn't a good week for Bruce.

He grabbed a phone he had hidden and only took out before going to sleep alone in his room, hesitated for a few seconds and sent a message to the only number added.

His "thing" with the boy, Danny Fenton, had started four years ago, the boy was lost and Bruce found him when he coincidentally went for a walk as a civilian.

Danny was so charmed by Bruce (for some reason) that he gave him his hotel room number to keep talking about the universe, and later his home number.

Danny was a good, funny and witty kid, a very smart too, with parents who didn't deserve him because they didn't notice their son's brilliance.

Danny was a good boy with a not-so-good life, a strong, independent boy who wasn't always positive but didn't always let himself fall apart.

That's why when Danny answered his message with a call with him crying and asking for help, he could only go to his rescue without looking back, barely remembering to tell Alfred of his departure.

When he arrived he found only tragedy.

His family and friends had died, an explosion at an unfortunate time, Danny had no one in the world besides his godfather and Bruce, and he didn't want to fall into Vlad's clutches, so he was desperate.

He also told him about Phantom, and Bruce could only hug him and promise him that no one was going to find him.

The first thing that came to his mind was to take him to his mansion, Danny was like his son, it was the most logical action... except that Danny still looked up to him and trusted him a lot, and wasn't that a scary thought?

Bringing Danny to the mansion would involve many things, Danny would meet his children, which might make Danny see him differently, goodbye to his admiration and affection, goodbye to spending time "together" watching bad movies to criticize them, goodbye to quiet conversations and asking for advice, goodbye to trust.

Bringing Danny to the mansion would mean having him physically close but keeping him away in every other possible way.

"Danny doesn't want anyone else to know about Phantom." Bruce repeated to himself as he took Danny to a small, hidden apartment in Gotham, a cozy little place where Vlad wouldn't find Danny (and neither would Bruce's family).

[nicodrawings]

I missed my own deadline cuz I was stumped on a page for weeks, I woke up early in the morning to finish this so I could at least put it out today. I did ittt…

Last few pages of chapter 1 will be out during the summer.

I hope you enjoy the update, I’m gonna eat a super later breakfast now…

UPDATE:

This is part 1

Part 3

I probably should have added this earlier

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #18

One night while lamenting about Joker to Phantom, Phantom asks him a few odd questions. Joker's not a real clown, of course he wouldn't have an egg? Maybe he should've been concerned when Phantom said he'd take care of it.

He wasn't prepared for Batman to call him because of the Joker. No, not because of Joker, but for Joker. Apparently a bunch of clowns were beating up Joker for giving clowns a bad name.

It was the funniest night of Dick's life.

[fishipocalypse]

I had a thought. It probably already exists, but what is the fandom nickname for Moby Dick? I mean like you know how Harry Potter fans are called Potterheads.

…Are Moby Dick fans called Dickheads?

Imagine pulling up to the book club or to your fellows and going “What’s up Dickheads” and then proceeding to have either the most philosophical or deranged discussion about fictional whales. Probably both.

Honestly couldn’t be me. Ahem.

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 51 (Masterlist)

(Part 52)

@bruciemilf it’s SNL week

There is so much exposition in this part. Just gimme a sec. (Also? That shirt? Took way too long to edit. But please trust the process.)

If you’re not already aware, I wrote a summary of the Battinson SNL episode forever ago. However, I will only be linking that on Saturday’s update. If you want to spoil yourself, you can find it somewhere on my blog, but I’m not handing it over just yet.

That’s it for now. See you tomorrow <3

[brie-annwyl]

Tim Drake is definitely that kid that downloaded Tumblr at like, age ten and just starting writing shitty fanfics about Gotham vigilantes.

And his blog is popular too, he posted a somewhat realistic hurt/comfort of Robin finding the reader in an alleyway after almost being mugged and people go CRAZY for it.

He writes everything from Batman makes you his other side kick to Robin reading you a bedtime story after a nightmare and everyone loves it, so he moves onto other people.

He thought he was popular before? Oh boy is time in for a rude awakening when he posts the first chapter of his ��getting adopted by Bruce Wayne” series.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt

Tim is a genius, so it’s really no surprise that he’s got the number of each batfamily member saved in his phone long before he becomes Robin.

But then Jason dies (and comes back to life) and Tim is struggling to keep Bruce alive and Dick from spiraling.

To cope with the stress of having the lives of Gotham’s two most important vigilantes depend on him he starts leaving Jason voicemails and text messages on his old number detailing progress and setbacks, fears and hopes, and the dream of finally finding somewhere he belongs. Along with the crushing realization that Tim’s own hero — Jason— is long dead.

Unbeknownst to Tim, Jason listens to and reads every single one of the messages.

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i don't know what is up with me today but my kitty is DEMANDING attention, daddy. i try and keep my mind off you bending me over this table that's right in front of me and ravishing me, but with the heartbeat between my legs it's quite hard to ignore.

how do you like my outfit, daddy? how about we forget about going out and you just use all my holes how you wish 💦