#and add Ivy and stuff

[fisherrprince]

We are getting somewhere!!! I need to move some things around and add more essential furniture like a screen and table and counter but I am, out of gil

[crabussy]

when did you first realise you hosted a system?

sometime in 2020 if I remember correctly? had been experiencing very obvious osdd symptoms for YEAAARS but had no idea what it was before meeting some friends who did. learned a bit about it and went okay interesting! and then a few months later went oh fuuuuck.

[ivycryptid]

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

oooh hm gonna try make this harder by not using any aus i already have in some way (note (for codex) specifically since I know they're watching ds9, i mention a season five spoiler at one point here, it's all in orange text, the basic gist of it is that julian has some angst around identity which this au would make. worse!)

Consider! Ds9 canon compliant skin deep au. which was a lot of words. unlike the other skin deep au which i drafted and caused me an absolute planning headache because characters like jadzia and odo are REALLY hard to fit into a framework of 'everyone is mythological creatures, those that cant shapeshift into human form are less liked' where there's no real thing I can use to parallel the dax situation or the fact odo's shapeshifting is what makes him so maligned in canon! so! au where everyone IS on the station, like canon, but some of the human crew just so happen to be disguised mythical creatures! and by some I mean the obriens and julian. the obriens would be, most likely, Miles as either a buggane or opinicus (type of griffin), purely because they're... kind of regular. Keiko as also a buggane or maybe a faun (the second hasn't been seen that much in the comic but according to some Lore they do have some light plant powers and I'd love to keep some sort of plant theme seeing as Keiko is a botanist!). Molly, being their kid, would be either a griffin (following from miles) or a buggane, depending on what her parents end up being in the au (kids are the same creature as one of their parents unless something Happens out of the ordinary) Julian has a few options, jubjub bird just for the britishness, maybe a lindworm (not in the comic or on the skin deep wiki, but I'm considering them separate enough from dragons that they'd be a not exactly well-liked, but accepted part of the mythical society, especially as they'd have medallions! in this au at least). Leaning towards jubjub bird for the possibility of alice in wonderland related gags, though there are also some neat lindworm stories too.

(and of course along with this magic stuff he's dealing with some... slightly more magical than canon, illegal parental gene fuckery. Especially if the magic skipped a generation. which i do believe it can do? if it can't this time it! did. because julian wouldn't have a turning till after (roughly his teens), so internal ambiguity if his being magic is even meant to be, well, his) As a result of this change...well not much really? it would make an interesting thing to the Julian and Miles dynamic which starts up s2? Though I dunno if it would start faster (one group or the other notices at some point/earth magical stuff means they know about eachother) because of shared 'yeah we all have to hide this One Thing' causing a quicker (grudging) respect on Miles' part and regular old understanding on Julian's. One thing it would change is the fact everyone included here would be... a lot more receptive to the idea of magic(ish) shit regarding the wormhole! Which I guess would very clearly change the season one finale! I'm not sure how it would but it Would. Oh also a new 'episode' sliding into canon featuring a skin deep related scenario! (nemean lion (they're invulnerable) gone rogue, a sphinx showing up on the station and the local station magic people trying to keep them safe from any harm (sphinxes are, very very kidnappable guys if you know how valuable one is) setting up an avalon (magic creature safe place) on the station, someone getting caught out while in midform and everyone thinking they're a random alien and them being Very Very quiet to not give it away (probably julian? or molly)) there's a lot of possible plots tbh I just think we should put more magic on space stations

[cheaploafs]

mission successful .

[miercolaes]

❝  i  think  you'll  want  to  close  the  shop  for  what's  coming.  ❞  her  voice  cut  through  the  stillness  as  she  barely  stepped  inside  @lastimad's  bookshop,  the  door  lingering  ajar  behind  her.  it  was  as  if  fate,  ever  the  mischievous  force,  nudged  the  door  shut  only  moments  after  her  words  hung  in  the  air.  wednesday  moved  closer  to  ivanna,  woeful  gaze  locked  onto  them,  an  unsettling  gleam  of  despair  flickering  in  her  onyx  hues.  ❝  and  in  case  you're  wondering,  i'll  have  you  know  this  isn't  paranoia,  ❞  she  added,  her  tone  steady  yet  dripping  with  a  morbid  certainty.  if  it  were  paranoia,  wednesday  might  have  savored  it in her solitude.  but  instead,  she  found  herself  rushing  to  ivanna's  side,  urgency  in  her  steps.  ❝  this  is  about  living,  undeservingly  breathing  hunters.  ❞  the  kind  that  pursued  the  end  of  those  like  them.

[saltwaterburns]

Hi:)!! I love your writing, but just wondering if ya'd do some dick Grayson smut, like with the sex pollen stuff just making him all needy,

Fem reader? Even nb reader o_O?

Like ur real good at writing man^_^.

And I mean if you'd add some of your own kinks? I'd love to see him acting like an lil whiner it's cute in a way, feels so odd to ask lmfao please laugh LMFAO 💔..

pretty bird

Summary: Dick gets hit by a new Poison Ivy pollen, and there's only one way, or rather one person, to get it out of his system.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT - sex pollen but explicit consent is given, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding, praise/degradation, sub!dick, biting (lmk if i missed any)

Author's note: The fact that this took me over 3 months to finish is embarrassing and I'm sorry and please don't hate me and fuck how I love bottom Dick. I also fear that you can kind of see my kind of worryingly high ao3 screen time in between the lines, because I am not ashamed to admit it that omegaverse is one of man's best creations. Enjoy !!!!! No beta we die like Jason (Todd and/or Grace)

Word count: 2,4k

You wake up with a jolt. Somewhere, a door slams shut, but the noise comes from someplace a lot closer than you'd like when living in Blüdhaven. A string of soft curses float through your apartment, something falls and breaks, and by then you’re sat up atop your mattress, reaching for the knife Dick always insists you keep nearby. It could be him, it probably is, but since when does your acrobat make this much noise when coming back home in the middle of the night?

Dick stumbles through the doorway, one of his hands resting on the wall, seemingly to keep him upright. The lights of the city that bleed in through your bedroom window illuminate his face, and you know instantly that he’s been hit with something, whether that's a gas or some pollen, you’re not sure. His skin is glowing under a sheen of sweat, his cheeks flushed pink. He growls in frustration when a strand of inky black hair falls on his face and he pushes it away with a bit more force than necessary, chest heaving up and down with short and shallow breaths. 

You push the blanket off your legs, ready to stand up and walk over to inspect him for any injuries, possibly force him to take a bath with you when a throaty whine makes you stop in your tracks. He shakes his head and you look at him with furrowed brows, tilting your head in confusion.

“Ivy hit us with a.. ah, a pollen. Bruce sent me home right after, but that was before…before the effects showed up.” He rests his head against the doorframe, eyes squeezed shut. He swipes his tongue over his lips, the pink muscle heavy in his mouth which went dry the second he spotted you on that bed, waiting for him.

“What effects, exactly?” You ask him, the little crease of displeasure between your brows that Dick has a habit of soothing over with his thumb making an appearance. You cross your arms on your chest, both to show off your worry and to protect your body from the chill of the bedroom. “Are you in pain?”

As if on cue, another wave of something hits him and he lets his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing before he lets out another one of his drawn out whines. The sight of him like that makes something turn inside your gut, a dull ache in between your legs making itself known. “In pain, yes. Just not in the way you might, fuck!..think.” He claws at his Nightwing suit, seemingly desperate to get it off his heated skin and that's when it clicks. Ivy, pollen, not letting you come near him, sweaty and flushed as if…

Dick Grayson is currently standing in the doorway to your room, desperate to get his dick inside you and fuck his brains out. 

The sheer absurdity of the situation almost has you barking out a laugh, but it dies down in your throat when a soft plea leaves his lips, now slick with spit, reddish pink from his teeth abusing the soft flesh.

"There isn't an antidote for this. Not yet, anyway. 'N I was wondering if you'd maybe, shit, help me uh, get it out of my system? If you'd want, of course. 'S all good if not, sweetheart. Not really sure it'd be safe for you if I can't really, ngh, control myself."

His eyes stay locked on you, the usually light hues of blue tinted dark as the flush on his skin deepens, the worst of the pollen only starting to take effect. You don't say anything, but instead take a few quick steps towards him and before he has a chance to open his mouth to protest, you cup his cheek with your hand, other one laying flat on his chest. His heart is practically vibrating inside his ribcage from the sheer speed of it beating but that quickly leaves your mind at the absolutely obscene sound that leaves Dicks mouth at the feeling of your skin against his. It's a sob of pure relief mixed with agony because somehow even more blood pools at his groin, making him harder than he has ever been in his life. He turns his head and nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand, his heated lips nipping at your skin like flames of fire.

You coo at him, moving your hand up so you can run your fingers through his hair, now curly from the moisture of his skin. You grab a handful and gently pull his head back, letting your lips leave a trail of open mouthed kisses all over his jaw. His mouth has fallen open, spewing out soft pants and incoherent sounds.

"Wait, wait, baby," he hiccups softly, pulling away from you. "Don't know if m'gonna be able to control myself. Promise me that you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much 'n if I don't listen you'll punch me in the face?"

"Promise, Dickie." You nod, letting your other hand fall down to rest on his waist. You can feel the muscles of his core flex at your touch, and you gently drag the tips of your fingers through the divots of them. His eyes never leave yours and he's looking at you so earnestly, so devotedly it makes you feel sick for a moment. It's as if you are a god, a divine creature who has seized his ability to think, to breathe, and who he needs to guide him, tell him how to do the simplest things in case he even dares to think about doing them in a way you dislike.

You pull him down into a kiss, one slow, sweet and earnest. He has your face cradled in his hands, not daring to let them wonder in case it gets him punished later on. You gently guide him backwards with you, pulling him along by his hip, until the back of your legs meet the edge of the bed, and you fall back on it, pulling him with you. It's as if a switch has been flicked - the once languid and adoring kiss now turned messy, needy, desperate. His mouth is hot as it parts against your lips, tongues brushing against each other in an erotic dance. He tastes sweet, he always has, like honey and mint from the gum he seems to chew at any given moment.

He pulls away to catch his breath but somehow his hands have wandered under your shirt and are now tugging it over your head, throwing it over his shoulder. Your chest is bare in front of him, skin glinting under the light of the night, and he mewls, desperate. He brings his mouth down on your collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses down until he reaches your breast, and before you can react, his sharp teeth have pressed down into the supple flesh. It hurts, and you keen off the bed with a soft cry.

He slides his tongue over the bite in a soothing manner, pressing a kiss on it as well. Despite the initial pain, by the fifth bite (which has your breasts positively red), your back is arching off the mattress for a different reason, and you're sure that if he'd try to slide your panties off, they'd stick to your cunt in the most obscene way possible.

Your insides are aching by now, desperate to be filled to the brim by his cock. You let him know by tugging on the top half of his Nightwing suit, pulling it over his shoulders. His hair is sticking up in every direction after that and you can't help but giggle, his lips silencing you with a playful kiss. He gets the lower half off by himself and is left just in his boxers, the visible tent in them making you unconsciously part your legs further.

Dick, however, decides that he needs something and he needs it now because another wave of pollen is tugging on his insides and the pain of it makes his stomach cramp up. He starts to slowly rut against your thigh, riding it like he has many times before as a punishment for being bratty. Each movement of his hips has him panting out soft ah! ah! ah! 's and his face is pressed against the crook of your neck, where he's desperately mouthing at the skin, drool soaking it up. You coo at him, masking the degrading terms of endearment under the guise of your sweet tone, but it's still just egging him on, and before he can realise that he's close, he's already come inside his boxers with a high pitched whine. His whole body shakes as the orgasm crashes over him in waves, and his arms give up, making him fall on top of you. You slide your arms over his bare back, pressing small kisses around his hairline.

"You did good, baby. So good for me, aren't you? Gonna fuck me now, pretty bird? Get your cock inside me, fuck yourself stupid 'til all the pollen is gone?"

He keens again, baring his neck to you in an act of submission. His head is fuzzy and he can't really understand what you're saying, but he heard "pretty bird" and "fuck" and suddenly his cock is all hard and leaky again, desperate to be surrounded by something warm and wet and tight. The pollen is making his skin itch unbearably and he needs you to bite him just like he bit you, marking you with pretty shapes and colours. You lean down and do just that, digging your canines right above his pulse point, sucking on the flesh until its angry and purple and so, so pretty, just like the man in front of you.

His body goes seemingly more lax at that, though his hips are still squirming. Somehow, you manage to tug your panties down and off your legs and you slide your fingers into his curls, harshly tugging on them to bring him back to the real world.

"Fuck me, Dickie." You purr, bringing him into a kiss. He can't seem to catch up with your pace, but his instincts speak for themselves, and although the kiss is way sloppier than it should be, all the happy noises he's making makes it worth it.

He cages you between his arms and you help him guide his tip to your opening, clenching around nothing but air. You hadn't noticed when exactly he'd gotten rid of his now soiled boxers but there's nothing exactly to complain about. Your arousal mixed with the cum thats covering the length of him make it easy for him to slide fully inside you with a single thrust, the feeling of so suddenly being filled to the brim punching all the air out of your lungs.

He starts fucking into you like a madman, incoherent whines and pleas and moans spilling from his swollen lips like wildfire. You can't understand anything, but you hold him close, pressing kisses on top of any strip of skin you can reach. "Good, birdie, just like- fuck! that. Fucking me so good, you're the best boy."

You wrap your legs around his, digging your heels into his thick thighs, letting your head fall back in bliss. You can feel a few droplets fall onto your skin and then trail down, and you can't help but giggle e. "Is my pussy so good that it's making you cry, baby? You're so pathetic, Dickie, it's embarrassing. Just look at you."

Your voice is sickly sweet in his ear and he just cries harder, cheeks burning red from embarrassment, but it's as if his body has a mind of its own, continuing to fuck into you like a dog, a dog in heat. He doesn't want to feel stupid and incompetent, and he hates the fact that you're laughing at him, making him feel like he isn't doing a job good enough, but despite your cruel jokes, you're choking on moans of your own, and he also knows by the wet sounds of your cunt that he's fucking you better than anyone ever has and anyone ever will.

He brings one of his hands between your two slick bodies and starts to rub aggressive and tight circles on your clit, eyes locked on you as your face scrunches up, mouth falling apart at the mind numbing pleasure. He knows you better than anyone, so when your muscles start to tense and the pitch of your moans is getting higher and higher, he knows you're close. He picks up the pace of his hips, the sound of skin slapping echoing all around the bedroom. One, two, three snaps and you're coming on his cock with a loud cry, body convulsing painfully. He follows you not even a moment later, coming in the tight heat of your stomach with a loud whine, his whole body shuddering. Despite your vision swimming, you let your hands wander all over his skin, pulling his shaky body to your chest, where you shower him with kisses, touches and soft praises.

"Good, good boy, birdie. You did good, fucked me so good. How are you feeling?"

He just, whines softly on your chest, looking up at you with glassy eyes, blinking owlishly. You pepper his face with tiny kisses until he comes back, and when you feel his nose scrunch up under your lips, you know he's with you once more.

"Talk to me, baby. Are you good? Do we need to go again?" You run your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. He leans into your touch and you're pretty sure that if he could, he'd be purring.

"M'okay, I think. At least for now. I feel good, but I can tell that it's not completely gone from my system. Might need to do another round later." His voice is scratchy, and you reach for the water bottle on your bedside table, making him drink half of it. He thanks you with a soft kiss and settles back down on your chest, arms curled around your body.

You can't help but smile at him, heart overflowing with affection. "We should take a shower, pretty bird. You're sticky and I'm sticky, and we could do another round there. That sound good?"

He perks up at the mention of showering together and you laugh, pulling him up with you.

"Come on, then. If you're good then I'll use my mouth on you."

[zoejayw]

I drew a comic about Iris's time living as Dahlia at Ivy U for @aawomenzine! The zine is now open for leftover sales, so definitely check it out if you're interested in some #girls. Some extra thoughts below the cut.

This is probably the single most difficult time I've had working on a zine piece, which is really something. I put dozens of hours of work into this, probably around 60, definitely at least 50. I thought I would be saving myself some time by doing a lineart style of comic instead of flat limited palette like I normally do; more work on the front end that serves to simplify the finishing significantly by making it easier to color. This was completely wrong and I ended up really floundering. Well, that's drawing for you. Sometimes you spend what amounts to a week and a half of full time work on something and it looks worse than things you've drawn with a tenth of the effort. That said I had fun playing around with all of my little paper scrap and ribbon photo pngs, and it was great to get to draw a headcanon I've had for a really long time but haven't had the chance to do anything with up until this point.

There was a bunch of additional stuff I wanted to add but couldn't figure out how to cram in here because I have a lot of thoughts on this period of the canon. The snippets interspersed throughout the last couple of pages are bits of senryu poetry, which dahlia was studying while at ivy, but my headcanon is that dahlia was some kind of undeclared humanities major just kind of coasting through general credits, and specializing in senryu is something iris has a real passion for and decided to pusure while she was impersonating dahlia. I think dahlia stuck with it mostly for the sake of not rocking the boat too much and because studying poetry is something she felt she could coast with. i don't see her as caring all that much about her academics, certainly.

i think that dahlia spent this time living it up on a beach in mexico somewhere living off the money she got from fencing the diamond she stole as part of the earlier kidnapping scheme, and once it ran out she crossed back over the border to go see where things stood for 'dahlia hawthorne' legally. i think she was 100% expecting the cops to come for her and send iris to prison in her stead, and was pretty surprised to find her just sort of chumming around with her college friends when she got back. shes gotta do EVERYTHING around here jeez!!!

[sheep-from-rad]

Idea! Neglected bar singer darling.

The joint they sing in is on the very outskirts of Gotham. The bars in the basement of a restaurant.

Its pretty clear darling is saving up money to slowly inch away from Gotham and from there neglectful and sometimes (often) cold family.

So they dress as a Him/femme/them fatale and saunter up to the stage and sing there lil heart out and get both the thrill of all the attention in a room being on them and the money in there tip jar to boot.

Imagine what happens when a clip of darling singing goes fucking viral. (I'd like to think it's would be "be your baby tonight" give it a listen if you want. I like norah jones' cover)

What I'm saying is there is no way any of the batfam would approve of darlings career choice.

I love this kind of asks!~ Requests are now open again but we warned, I'm a snail paced writer T__T This took a while because I have this habit where I write it down first on paper before typing it. Like I make a draft first and reread before typing it to see if I should add more or remove some. First fic about singer reader: here and part 2 here. 😅

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Okay okay, here me out. I know you said secret bar under a restaurant but my brain read the word ‘bar’ and ran away with it 😭. 

You know what this smells like? Scandal and maybe even a disaster waiting to happen too. You know what's a famous bar in Gotham? The Iceberg lounge that is run by Mr. Cobblepot (Penguin) and  is frequented by rogues  such as Riddler. 

Life in the Iceberg Lounge isn't that bad, maybe intimidating at first but it became a small comfort. Mr. Cobblepot lets you keep the tips, the lounge beauties (Raven, Lark, and Jay) are great companies, and workplace harassment? You don't really have to worry about that. If you ever get flirted on or harassed by small fries and drunkards and then rest assured a bigger, scarier person at the back of the crowd will beat the harasser and throw them out. They might be villains but they have standards and harassing the lounge’s songbird is a big no no! 

The clip of the singer reader went viral for a ton of different reasons: (1) The singing and the amount of simps you raked 24 hours after the clip has been posted. I have a headcanon that Mr. Cobblepot will nickname you as either Nightingale or Songbird to fit the crew because the lounge beauties are nicknamed after birds.(2) People can see villains just chilling at the background of the video. Riddler's nursing a whiskey at the counter, Two face is playing chess with Penguin who is multitasking in helping mix some drinks. Hell, even Harley and Ivy are in the background having a moment with the strippers.

(3) Why is Bruce Wayne’s kid at the Iceberg lounge? I have a teeny tiny headcanon that even though the reader was neglected they are still forced to attend galas once or twice because Bruce won't and then it will be like a big media scandal. Also reader's public appearances with Bruce or with the other Wayne children might be low but they still have hundreds of followers. The Wayne name alone is basically a celebrity name because of Bruce being heavily revered by the public. Think of it like nepobaby shit. (4) That stage presence and sheer seductiveness. Being a Wayne, I'm sure the reader was taught etiquette by Alfred and was taught how to dress properly. They are also taught how to behave. However on that vid, you look like you were dressed by the Gotham sirens (Ivy, Harley, and Selena) themselves. All those good boy, good girl, good child stuff are out of the window. If the reader was just blending in the background before and the video is the opposite. It's almost commanding every viewer to look at them, pay attention to them, worship the very ground they walk on, and love them! At this point just expect simps. 

The family loves the video but at the same time they also hate it. They had their copies downloaded and saved and then they'll immediately task Barbara into scrubbing the video off of the internet but it's too late. The video has been re-uploaded to hundreds of different accounts and some  news outlets had already published articles about it. The articles ranged from sweet ones like praising the reader for their awesome stage performance and singing to downright insane clickbaits like ‘Bruce Wayne secretly allied with Gotham rogues?’ 

The whole thing is very stressful and I pray to the DC gods that Bruce Wayne is very healthy because this guy's blood pressure might as well go high up. Imagine trying so hard to keep up with the ditzy playboy public persona to hide your vigilante secret identity only for your kid to be filmed singing and being cozy at the Iceberg lounge. Not only that! You also placed yourself in danger too! It's not a secret that a lot of rouges knew Batman's real identity (Joker knows it, he just doesn't care. He's so cool for that). Sure they don't attack Batman when he's Bruce and sure they are a sweet pseudo-family to you right now but who's to say that they won't use you when push comes to shove? 

While Bruce deals with the media, Barbara and Tim work on the damage control and tracking every video, expect heavy guilt tripping and interference from Damian, Dick, and even Alfred (in his defense, he wants you safe and will only ask for you to get a better job or at least work in a place not frequented by villains). Dick will be actively poisoning the well. He'll make you sit down and read the crime archives with him (starting from the heaviest crime down to the pettiest crime) and will tell you stories about their encounters with each of them. Damian will try to keep you from getting to work and will try to keep you in your room if you haven't moved out of the estate. He'll ask you to go around with him, feed his pets with him and even asked you to watch him train (he doesn't know how bonding works, please be understanding). If you had left the estate and then expect him to show up and walk in your place like he owns it. He's one of those cats that you feed once and then suddenly shows up and won't leave you alone anymore. 

Oh, you still won't come home? You still wanna continue that dangerous job of yours? Pick your poison then. Do you want them to call Jason to get to the bar and take you home, knowing him some heads will sure go flying. Or do you want the family to stage a stakeout, infiltrate the bar, and capture and lock up all the villains forever. Go on, go choose. 

[luvkirby4ever]

KRR was awesome even though I really only caught the after party of the site (I found the site in 2008 and was extremely active on the forums). I do agree that that kind of magic wouldn't be achievable with the current internet fandom hellscape (I miss when you could just rely on mods to weed out the unpleasant people). There was such a strong sense of community and fun. At the risk of sounding like an old man, I do have to say that the internet used to be so much more fun before the corporate hellscape social media scene took over.

I miss Kirby's Rainbow Resort man. Those were the days and in my humble opinion, the epitome of Kirby fandom. Now shit sucks hard and it makes me pretty sad that younger fans will never know about it other than Internet Archive. But given current fandom climates... eh, probably for the best.

I do miss internet forums. Ones that aren't Gaia Online which is dying a slow miserable death of people barely keeping it alive because of nostalgia.

I could fandom tag this but, I've grown such a strong distaste for the word.

[prlssprfctn]

Ever think about how niche and rich Gotham culture must be? (aka i've been going over this whilst writing and needed to share)

Like-

Would gas masks become fashionable?

Would there be even stricter laws about importing certian goods into Gotham or even tracking places that sell them?? (ex Nitrous Oxide, balloons, birds, etc)

Do people rep different Bat merch like a local sports team?

Would people treat the Bats (or other guest vigilantes) like bird watching? (*cough tim cough*)

Is there a weapon/gear drop off service??

Or do people collect that shit

Would there be antidote administration lessons alongside epi pen first aid in schools?

Please id love to hear your thoughts/interpretations because I swear theres so much- (Sincerely, @batfambrainrotbeloved)

this is one of the best asks i had received here. single-handedly. here is what i think:

gas masks are DEFINITELY a part of the local fashion. they have vigilante and rogue themed once also! do you want Batman-themed gas mask? here you go. or Red Robin one? oh, what is it? you want THE special edition gas mask? the Scarecrow THEMED one? don't worry. we have you covered.

i just know that customs house workers are NOT getting paid enough for this shit. they have, like, ridiculous amount of directive about the simplest items, and that's why tourists are skipping this fucking town. i also pretty much need the game in Papers, Please style with customs house in Gotham, lmao—

my personal canon? every vigilante and some of rogues have merch selling in the town; some more popular than others. my personal canon x2? the Crime Alley started to rep their own Red Hood merch, and Jason was flabbergasted. he then visited the owners of the merch, encouraging them to donate this ridiculous amount of money they get for the rest of Crime Alley citizens. once people found out about this? they went even more insane. the selling of Red Hood merch is just OVER the top. (bonus headcanon: sometimes, there is a ship merch, too. like SuperBat stuff. or BatCat. Dick accidentally stumbles on BatJokes when he hunts for SuperBats key chains and calls Jason to ask him to burn this place down.)

Tim was the OG birdwatcher, trust. but also, YEAH. i am pretty sure some people prepare themselves for the night by grabbing binoculars and super-puper rich cams to examine Bats in their natural habitat. Bats know about the existence of these people, but they can't really do anything about it. Tim has a secret Reddit account that is a local expert in their Gotham Birdwatching community, where he is giving advice or just being a condescending asshole to people. Barbara sometimes chimes in this subreddit to add her own thoughts.

Bats suck at keeping their gadgets or broken pieces of inventory, trust. and people...? oh, people collect this shit. it is either freaks, who have their own personal museums for this, or, like, people who sell what they find on Amazon. everyone wants a piece of that to themselves. (bonus headcanon: Crime Alley people keep bringing Red Hood's dropped weapons and gears back, under Jason's door, even though Jason *insists* that he has no connection to Red Hood. uh-uh.)

i always thought police stations, schools, hospitals, and similar public spaces have different antidotes stocked in any case — Bruce Wayne makes sure it does. and yes, i think they have special lessons for different, specific scenarios: what to do once faced with toxins or pollens, how to apply medicine, or what to do if there is none of it. how to act if there are Poison Ivy's plants surrounding you, etc, etc. police officers definitely carry a few antidotes on themselves, just in case people will need it. and, obviously, the same goes for Bats.

[whumper-cars]

Ok, so one of my favorite fantasy tropes is psychic powers. Clairvoyance, telepathy, telekinesis, all that good stuff. So, what about psychological torture, but with psychic powers?

Clairvoyant Whumpee that has painful visions (a classic)

Clairvoyant Caretaker knowing when Whumpee will be taken/hurt (maybe even die?) and not being able to stop it

Whumper can invade Whumpee's dreams and turn them all into nightmares

Whumpee can cause nightmares and accidently does so to Caretaker

Whumper can induce hallucinations and make Whumpee start doubting reality

Whumper and Whumpee (and/or Caretaker) are both/all telepaths and having a "psychic battle" (what that means is up to you to decide)

Scientist Whumper forcing Whumpee to use their powers for longer than they should

Living weapon with psychic powers (need I say more?)

Whumpee (or anyone really) that can't control their powers and it affects anyone that gets close to them (Ex. headaches, hallucinations, immense sense of dread, feeling of being watched)

And more "rare" powers, such as Chlorokinesis (the ability to control plants, like Poison Ivy from Batman) and Technopathy (the ability to control electronics) have LOADS of potential that I wish to see more of in whump. Seriously, like their are so many different ones, get creative! Anyway thanks for coming to my hyperfixation tell your friends about us

Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!

[miunachan]

Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ♥

Hey ✿

This time I wanted to share with you a few soft & cozy gameplay/story ideas for The Sims 4 ♥ They are pretty ✧basic✧ and easy to play after a long and exhausting day just to chill out🌿

Most of the ideas are also base game compatible, nevertheless I included recommended but optional packs ❀ Feel free to comment your cozy story ideas and I will happily add them to this list~

Here is the original post. And in case you like cute Sims 4 stuff, please take a look at my Patreon ♥

My other story ideas ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ ✿ Ultimate List of Business Ideas ✿ Very Dramatic Story Ideas

Happy simming =^◕⩊◕^= ~ MiunaChan ♥

🌾 Simdew Valley

She has inherited an old, run-down farm from a distant relative. With nothing but a few basic tools and a lot of determination, she sets out to restore it to its former glory. She cares for animals, grows fresh produce, and slowly transforms the neglected land into a thriving homestead. Will she turn it into a successful business or simply enjoy the peaceful farm life?

Recommended Packs: Cottage Living, Horse Ranch, Seasons, Businesses & Hobbies

👶 Cozy Parenthood Journey

She always dreamed of having a family, and now that dream is coming true! From decorating the nursery to knitting tiny clothes, every day is filled with excitement and preparation for the new arrival. Once the baby is born, she embraces the cozy chaos of late-night feedings, lullabies, and first steps. Will she find the perfect balance between self-care, family life, and her own dreams?

Recommended Packs: Growing Together, Nifty Knitting, Parenthood

🧙‍♂️ The Thanatology Scholar

Fascinated by the mysteries of life and death, your Sim immerses themselves in the study of thanatology. They attend lectures, read ancient texts, and experiment with spiritual practices. Along the way, they uncover hidden truths and develop a special connection to the spirit world.

Recommended Packs: Life and Death, Realm of Magic, Paranormal Stuff

🖌 Artist’s Peaceful Retreat

She retreats to a charming lakeside cottage to finally dedicate herself fully to her art. Every day is spent painting, sculpting, or writing – inspired by the breathtaking nature around her. Will she sell her first masterpiece or simply create for her own joy?

Recommended Packs: Dream Home Decorator, City Living, Businesses & Hobbies

🔮 Enchanted Village Life

She has always felt drawn to the mystical and unknown. When she moves into a tiny, ivy-covered cottage at the edge of the forest, strange things begin to happen — her garden flourishes overnight, fireflies seem to whisper secrets, and the old spellbook on the dusty shelf calls to her. As she brews herbal teas, crafts protective charms, and befriends a mischievous fox, she slowly uncovers the magic hidden within herself. Will she embrace her new life as the village’s gentle witch?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Cottage Living, Paranormal Stuff

🧘‍♀️ Zen Retreat

Seeking inner peace and balance, your Sim leaves behind the hustle and bustle of everyday life to run a small wellness retreat. They spend their days practicing yoga, meditating, and offering relaxing massages to visitors. As they help others find tranquility, they may just discover a deeper sense of harmony within themselves.

Recommended Packs: Spa Day, Snowy Escape, Businesses & Hobbies

🌊 Mermaid’s Hidden Cove

Deep beneath the waves, your Sim has always felt a special connection to the ocean. One day, they discover a hidden cove, teeming with magic and mystery. As they embrace their mermaid heritage, they explore underwater secrets, befriend turtles, and gather treasures lost to time. Will they remain in the depths forever, or will they find a way to balance life on land and sea?

Recommended Packs: Island Living, Realm of Magic, Outdoor Retreat

🐶 Pet Whisperer

She has a heart for animals and takes in stray dogs and cats. Her little home is filled with love, fluffy friends, and daily adventures in the park. Maybe one day, she’ll even adopt a horse and expand her cozy home?

Recommended Packs: Cats & Dogs, Horse Ranch, My First Pet Stuff

🚐 Van Life Adventure

She has left her old life behind and now lives in a renovated van. Every day is a new place, new encounters, and cozy evenings with a guitar by the campfire. Will she eventually settle down, or will she stay on the road forever?

Recommended Packs: Snowy Escape, Outdoor Retreat

☕ Little Book Café

She has always dreamed of owning her own café – and now it's finally happening! Her little shop is the perfect retreat for book lovers who want to enjoy a cappuccino and a good story. Can she turn her tiny café into a beloved gathering place for creative souls?

Recommended Packs: Get Together, Get to Work, Businesses & Hobbies

🍎 Classic Cottagecore Dream

She has escaped the city and bought a little cottage in the countryside. Here, she lives the dream of a simple life: feeding chickens, growing vegetables, making homemade jam, and writing letters to a mysterious pen pal. Who knows – maybe the mailman will soon bring more than just bills?

Recommended Packs: Cottage Living, Seasons, Eco Lifestyle

🏡 Tiny Home Escape

The call of minimalism has reached her! She sold her big house and now lives in a self-built tiny home. She discovers how little she really needs – and how much joy comes from living with nature and focusing on what truly matters.

Recommended Packs: Tiny Living, Eco Lifestyle, Outdoor Retreat

📚 Cozy College Life

Your Sim isn’t here to party hard — they’re here to enjoy the simple joys of student life. Early morning coffee runs, study sessions in a sunlit library, and cozy nights spent journaling in their dorm. They join a book club, decorate their tiny student apartment with fairy lights, and take peaceful walks around campus. Will they graduate with honors, or will they discover that learning is about more than just grades?

Recommended Packs: Discover University, High School Years

🎶 Slow Life Musician

She enjoys a relaxed life in a small apartment. By day, she works in a record store; by night, she plays guitar at a cozy café. Music is her lifeblood – will she one day write a song that changes her life forever?

Recommended Packs: City Living, Get Famous

🍰 Comfort Baking Challenge

Baking is her passion! Every day, she tries new recipes and invites friends and neighbors to taste her latest creations. Maybe one day, she’ll even open a little cupcake shop?

Recommended Packs: Home Chef Hustle, Get to Work, Businesses & Hobbies

🌿 Secret Garden

Her tiny garden is her pride and joy. She spends her days tending to plant, growing herbs, and creating a beautiful flower bed. Will she start her own flower shop or discover the magic of healing herbs?

Recommended Packs: Seasons, Eco Lifestyle, Cottage Living

🧶 Cozy Grandparent Life

Knitting, gardening, and baking fill her days – until she stumbles upon an old love letter she never sent. Her heart races. Could her first love still be out there somewhere? And if so, what will happen if they meet again after all these years?

Recommended Packs: Nifty Knitting, Growing Together, My Wedding Stories

[georgeclarkesgf]

just like mummy | george clarke

george is in the kitchen finishing the washing up, when he notices the ever-noisy house is now oddly silent. this is unusual considering your 6 year old twin daughters, willow and ivy, are home. knowing silence is more often than not an indicator of his girls being up to no good, george decides to see what they're up to.

he makes his way to the living room, expecting them to be playing with their toys, but to his surprise, they're not there. next, he checks their bedroom, again not finding them. he begins to panic a little before hearing a giggle from your shared bedroom.

quietly, george pushes open the door, wanting to see what they're doing. the second ivy spots her dad, the smile on her face is replaced with a worried expression, and she tries to hide what they're playing with behind her back. willow turns around at her sister's reaction, replicating ivy's expression when she realises george has found them. but it's obvious what they were doing, the sheer amount of makeup on willow's face a dead giveaway.

"ivy-mae what have you been doing to your sister?" george asks, his tone soft but stern.

she starts fiddling with her dress, not meeting his gaze, "we're playing dress up."

"we wanted to be pretty like mummy." willow adds, tears welling up in her eyes since she thinks george is mad at them.

his eyes soften and he sits down next to them, pulling them both into a hug. willow doesn't pull away from the hug, instead nuzzling her face into george's chest as she starts to cry. makeup definitely gets on his top, but he can't find it in him to care.

"darling, don't cry. i'm not mad," he strokes her cheek, wiping away a tear, "but you should've asked to use mummy's stuff okay? and you don't need makeup. you're the prettiest girls in the whole wide world."

grabbing some of your makeup wipes, george carries willow into the bathroom, setting her on the counter. he gently wipes her face until all the makeup is gone and kisses her cheek.

while george is taking off willow's makeup, ivy tidies away your makeup and puts the bag back where she found it. she runs over to the bathroom when george calls her name and she proudly tells him she's tidied up.

"thank you poppet. how about we go get into pyjamas and watch tv until mummy comes home?" george suggests, earning eager nods from his girls.

he takes both their hands, getting them ready for bed before leading them to the living room where 'minions' is still playing. they all get comfortable on the sofa, the blanket draped over the three of them and ivy and willow curl into his side. evidently playing dress up tires them out, and they soon fall asleep, george not far behind.

when you come home from dinner with grace, that's how you find them, all sleeping on the sofa. george is now stretched out, arms wrapped protectively around willow and ivy. you take a quick photo and walk over, placing a kiss on his lips, causing him to wake up.

"hey sleepyhead, were they a handful?" you nod to your sleeping daughters.

"nothing i couldn't handle." george responds.

willow stirs at the sound of voices, her fluttering eyes open, "mummy?"

"hi baby, you have fun with daddy?" you whisper, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from her face.

she hums in response, eyes struggling to stay open. george sits up, careful not to wake ivy, who was still fast asleep, and you give him another kiss as a silent thank you for looking after them tonight.

"we should probably get them to bed." you suggest.

george nods, letting you pick willow up first before he lifts ivy into his arms. willow wraps her arms around your neck, leaning her head on your shoulder as you make your way to the girl's bedroom.

once they're both tucked in, you place a kiss on their foreheads and turn on the nightlight. you pull the door to, making sure to leave a gap like you do every night. turning around, you wrap your arms around george's waist and rest your head against his chest, hugging him tight.

"george, why do you have makeup all over your top?" you quietly giggle, tilting your head up to look at him.

"they were playing dress up. said they wanted to be pretty just like mummy. i thought i got all the makeup off." george mumbles, rubbing your back.

"aww, i hope you told them they don't need it. that they're the most beautiful girls in the world." you say softly.

"of course i did."

"good. now can we please go to bed?"

"absolutely."

a/n i can't stop thinking about girl dad george <333 i wasn't expecting to get so carried away with this but i did. anyway, hope you enjoyed it! i'm still working on requests but wanted to post something else for you guys while i work through them <3

[buttercantpickaname]

Things I love about the ST fandom

Of course there are plenty of things I don’t love seeing from Sleep Token fans… but those things get complained about all the time. Of course it’s fair to complain about these things but positives are good too. Every fandom has That Side that nobody likes. What about all the amazing things that we see all the time?

Here’s a list of things I love about this fandom :D

1. When we put a “V” in place of the first letter of something related to Vessel.

Vose. Veet. Veeth. Please never stop doing this because I love seeing this, it’s so funny for some reason.

2. We all call IV “IVy”

It’s fun and I love that nickname. And it rolls off the tongue so much better than “Four 😐”.

3. Our collective obsession over that damn flamingo

I love how none of us have shut up about that flamingo since with was first shown with the smhtdf website. There’s even some theories that it’s actually important in some way/connected to the lore which is pretty fun :D

4. The Fanart

…Oh my god the fanart.

There are so many amazing artists across so many different platforms making some beautiful artworks! I’ve seen digital art, paintings, cosplays, animations, even stickers and plushies. This fandom is so creative and I love it.

5. Vessel from the older stuff (One and Two EPs) is Baby Vessel

I don’t think I can explain this one but I don’t think I need to. Baby Vessel.

6. The amount of love and support I see for the band

Fanart, signs at rituals, Projekt Atlantic/Euclid, and just the way that fans show their admiration for the band. I love how we’re all making sure that the band knows they’re loved. :)

Honestly I could list so many more things. Maybe I will later but that’s all I’m gonna put here for now. But also feel free to add some things! :D

[the-mountain-flower]

I just realize there's a lot of potential with Dainix reacting to the wildlife outside of the desert.

Like, his primary expertise is in monsters/creatures that pose a danger to ppl, especially ones from the desert. He probably never had reason to (or even many resources for) learning about most non-desert lifeforms before.

I'm saying I wanna see him encounter smn and having to figure out if this is a Dangerous Thing or Harmless If You Leave It Alone. Which plants are fine if you brush against them like grass and which ones to avoid as much as possible like poison ivy. Suspicious of creatures that look like smn deadly but are actually fairly harmless. Or not recognizing the signs of a specific animal nearby and having to fight smn twice his size with little to no warning. Overall needing to be hyper-vigilant of basically everything bc he's in extremely unfamiliar territory.

Do you think that when he joined the Floof Squad he was probably super relieved to have allies that were used to the environment and could help fill him in on what to look out for? That not only would he be on a team again and therefore survival would be much easier, but also that they'd be willing to help him with the process of adapting to the setting? Like his discussion with Erin about Helm, but with what they'd consider normal animals stuff. Add in some friendly teasing when he reflexively points his spear at a creature only to find out it's completely harmless but hey in his defense it looks almost exactly like a monster he's fought that spits venom at its targets' eyes, and you've got so much fun stuff to explore in that part of the dynamic.

Idk I just love exploring Dainix's experiences adapting to outside the desert (as anyone who's read The Exiled And The Outcast can tell lol) and it's something that I think has the potential to be really interesting and cool :)

[captain-dville]

*After admitting that, Jonny tries to avoid looking at them - but fuck, if hearing Raph sniffle and seeing her crumple and Marius fidget out of the corner of his eye doesn't make something awful twist in his chest. Or that could just be the piece that feels out of place from his argument with Ivy... it's still sending stabs of pain through him with every beat, and he tries to avoid flinching but can't help the way he grimaces and twitches as he feels a particularly sharp stab.*

*Hiding it also continues to get harder as the ship begins to pick up speed, lurching forward, as in the cockpit, Brian changes course.*

( @not-another-baron )

Alright, you crybabies.

@drumbbot-brian @just-a-jolly-wooden-lad @mastermechanicofmeyhem

And fuck it, you lot too.

@not-another-baron @scientist-cognizi @everybodys-favourite-gunner @originalarchivist

It has come to my attention that some of you are being sad sacks over certain messages, so I'm calling an emergency crew meeting. Common room six, get your asses over there.

Nastya, you have a grace period, but if you're not down here in two sphours I'm dragging you out of the vents by the fucking ankles.

*Jonny is ticked off. The messages hadn't bothered him, if he's entirely honest, but the way they targeted the others? Yeah, he's pissed. And he's currently channelling that energy into dragging armfuls of blankets and cushions into common room six, along with copious amounts of alcohol from their restocked stores.*