#but I hope whoever sees this enjoys it

[greenvillainredemption]

One thing I love about mutant mayhem is that Leo has a crush on an April who’s not conventionally attractive. It almost feels like, because of the turtles’ isolated upbringing* he hasn’t been influenced by the popular western beauty ideals and just thinks this ordinary human is beautiful! And I think that’s really cool! Because she is!

*though they’ve clearly been exposed to celebrities and other pop culture so ?? idk lol

[hi-im-just-a-fan-here]

Ayo new hyperfixation just dropped (and immediately broke me)

[mewkwota]

Dracula After Meeting Simon Belmont for the First Time (Probably)

Good morning everyone, I keep forgetting not everyone has seen how I very much accurately draw Simon and his muscles but it always gets me when someone does anything like this in their tags.

[mayplantstarrwaters]

Love Valley ? Hi hi 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

A Chris Squire edit I made because I am very normal about him

Song I used here : Al Dente by Jack Stauber

[devilwearsgreen]

DP x DC Fic Idea

Not me spending an hour figuring out an age chart for a fic I will never write. And then another 5 writing down the whole concept…. Well for those who actually see it, enjoy this behemoth. More posts to follow under #Jay Gale’s brothers

[Age Chart]  [Extra Notes]

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Stuff happens and Danny runs to Gotham to escape from the GIW. Standard Batfam crossover. The fact that it hides his presence means the hunters can't find him. It also means he can't leave. At least not yet. His original plan is to recoup (Maybe he's very injured) and eventually find a way to the ghost zone himself. (Wulf and Cujo also can't find him?) So he keeps his head down and gets by. Using his powers at the barest minimum. 

A month or so into his stay, the fuckery that revives Jason happens. Danny can tell before it happens that something is about to go down, and with a little effort, can kind of tell the areas it affected. The first person he makes it to is Jason, and using intangibility, is able to pull him out of his grave in time.

Notice I said First person. I don't think that Jason was the only person resurrected at that time. He was just the only one with enough training to remain calm enough in horrible situations; and be able to take stock and dig himself out before he died again. 

Danny can still feel the other areas, and knows he has to get to them fast, but he doesn't want to leave this panicking and injured kid by himself. (Jason looks younger than he is due to malnutrition from the streets) (Resurrection only heals death injuries enough for them to not die again right away, the worse the death…) 

So as carefully and as quickly as he can, Danny carries Jay with him to the other cemetery. He manages to get to a pair of young twins just in time but… Angst Potential: Because he spent the time to calm down Jason and the twins, he wasn't able to get to the last resurrected before they died a second time. But he keeps this to himself so the others don't feel guilty about needing comfort. Maybe this eats him alive for years, the second chance that could have, but never happened. (The OC’s Here are optional, but they have grown on me, and the bonding Jay and Danny could have from raising 4year old twins is marvellous) (Though as a replacement for them, maybe it could be a de-aged Dani instead?)

He takes them back to the place he’d been staying at, and starts doing his best to take care of them. But I think it is cannon (?) that the Reso leaves them very disoriented and injured, especially Jason. He can't go to the hospital and he can't go to Frostbite yet, he does what he can but he's at a loss of what to do. Eventually he notices that the small amount of ectoplasm he emits seems to be helping, but is not near enough. So he goes to get more.

In this AU lets say that Gotham also has a Lazarus pit under the city. But it is not accessible by normal human means. 

In Cannon Jason gets kidnapped by the League of Assassins, and tossed in their personal Lazarus Pit. And going by the headcannon: “Leagues pit is so extremely contaminated from humans taking dips in it it's Absolutely Septic and that's the reason Pit Rage happens”

Danny, who knows how to Not contaminate samples, and knows that submerging a fleshy human wholesale in it is Not A Good Idea Ever. Does Not Do That. But rather he slowly introduced them to enough of it for them to start healing, and while that does prevent pit rage and the worst consequences of becoming liminal; It does mean that it is slow going.

Now Danny is now the sole caretaker of these newly Not Deads who are essentially very sick and need lots of care, when he was barely supporting himself, maybe even before he's fully healed. Angst.

This also means that he can't in good conscience just leave them to go to the Zone, but who knows what would happen if he took them with him. So now he's stuck in Gotham for two reasons. (He becomes one of the sole reasons that the coffee shop on the corner is still in business)

When Jason heals enough for most of the brain fog to leave, he helps out Danny where he can, mostly watching the twins when Danny is out and making food. Anyways, blah blah bonding and raising kids and learning how to Live again ensue (Could be taken as shipping i guess, but i prefer brotherhood here) (No secret relation, as much as i love those, i just want these nerds to find comfort in each other for no other reason than being themselves)

I'm also going to say that Danny is 16 during these events, but thanks to his fathers genetics, he can easily pass as 18 or even 20, so he does. 

Resurrection screws with memories, the only thing they can remember, at first, with any detail is their deaths. We could have Jason slowly piece who he was together one memory at a time, OR my favourite; Have him regain everything at once the first time he sees the brand new Robin. Cue angst at being replaced “so easily” (This is how Danny finds out) and refusing to tell Bruce he's back.

Danny’s totally down because of his mistrust of billionaires and also the now engrained “Holy Shit Is That The Bat If He Finds Out I Have Powers He’ll Kick Me Out, I Can't Leave The Safety Of Gotham!”

(Jason: Safety??? In Gotham?! What the hell are you on?!?) (This is how Jason finds out)

Despite being a lot less murdery in this AU, Jason still becomes the Red Hood. Mostly to protect and help his new family, but also because his hero instincts are not muddled by the pit rage. Maybe he sends severed hands to the police instead of heads?

The full mask and modulator mean the Batfam can't recognize him, and he's in no hurry to correct that. However, he also doesn't antagonise them. He has new brothers to protect, and he doesn't want to give the Batfam Incentive to find out about them.

But despite Jason's indifference (He doesn't care. He Doesn’t. He has Danny and the twins and an honestly shitty apartment that still feels like home. And who even cares if there's a New Robin? It's not like it matters to him! He doesn't care he swears) he still becomes sort of friends with the others.

There's a camaraderie between all Gotham vigilantes that's just a hazard of the job. (That purple girl also just won't leave him alone, but she's fun so it's okay.)

Although he does keep a distance from Dick and his replacement. He has a better big brother now, after all. But even Jason admits that having Nightwing as an ally is pretty useful. (Jason missed him so much).  And he doesn't need to get closer to the replacement to know why he's such a better Robin, so why bother.

Time passes and they never do figure out who Jason is, though there are some close calls. (Tim has his suspicions but no proof) (He keeps it to himself for now) Most of them consider the Red Hood as an ally by now, except for Bruce, who's still a bit peeved he cant find anything on this guy. Surely they should have found at least one of his safe houses by now. (Danny cackles maniacally in the background)

And then Bruce gets pulled into the time stream, and is presumed dead. 

I want to disclaim here that I know practically nothing about this DC plot line. Just that it took about a year for him to get out, and Tim was the only one that didn't believe he was dead. And that this Hush guy played the part of Bruce a few times (Although why convince Gotham that Brucie Wayne was still alive if you thought he was dead? Comic logic I guess.)

But for the purpose of this AU let's say it was caused by something similar to what caused The Resurrection. (which i also know nothing about. Something about superman?) 

Danny, Being Danny, goes to check it out like he did last time. But instead of finding Re-Alived people, he also gets pulled into the time stream as well.

Maybe he meets up with Bruce, maybe he doesn't. But he's gone from Gotham now and isn't likely to return for a while. Or maybe he finds his own way out, but because he's no longer in Gotham, the GIW are able to find and capture him. Angst.

With Danny suddenly gone and no way to find him, and Bruce dead with no way to reconcile with him, Jason enters panic mode. “If Danny’s no longer in Gotham then can the hunters find him?? What if they already have him?!?” 

The remaining Batfam members learn who Jason is, either because he lets too much slip, or he eventually flat out goes to them for help. There is a re-reunion that no one can really appreciate due to… Well. Everything. 

Unfortunately Dick cant help him out much. With his new responsibilities both as Batman and as the new single parent Guardian of Damian. Tim spends his time looking for Bruce, Cass is off doing her own things, and Steph does offer to help, but there's not much they can do with little to no information.

Jason now has to decide if he wants to stay with the twins and hope Danny finds his own way back, or leave them with someone while he starts searching. He could leave them with Dick and Damian, or he could leave them with Roy. 

This is about the point where my ideas get a lot less concrete and writable… but ~*Eventually*~ Everyone is reunited and can bond and grow as the Giant and Ridiculous family they were always destined to be :} Just as slightly more functioning people. (or at least Jason is)

I have many more ideas for this, but not a lot of them would fit in this concept post. So expect a separate post for those later.

[smashwolfen]

"Heed the Call"

Roughly 1,500 words~

They always heard the call of the pack.

From the first time they awoke in the frigid, snow covered forest, slate fur now white as fresh powder tipped with crimson red, they had heard the call.

Since their young, ghostly existence they learned, that the call of the pack meant you were never alone in this cursed world. The small colonies of Zoura and Zoroark that dot the Icelands of Hisui cry out to each other in the night, when a kill is made, a clanmate is lost, or a human draws near them to drive them out of their newfound home of ice and snow.... They had always heeded the call. And the call had always been answered, no matter how far away one may be from the pack.

From the stories told to them as a small white kit in their new unburdened form, the Zorua and Zororak of Hisui banded together to protect themselves from the humans that lead to their unfortunate frozen fates, for being spiteful tricksters and threatening their lives, when no known fox had slain a human before for unjust reason. Why should they be chased away from a place as harsh and unforgiving as Alabaster when hardly any other souls dare to try and carve out a home here? Why cant they be left alone to merely exist and try to make peace with their own tortured souls? The chilling beasts had learned overtime, that their cries of anguish and spite had struck fear into the beating hearts of the living, to draw them away from their nests and guard their newly reborn kits. So from then on and for many generations, the Zorua and Zoroark have howled out to unite as one, and to chase away those that threaten their kind.

The call meant you were never alone.

They remember tales told to them of a life before this, when Zoroark were not as tightly knit together as they are now amid the snowdrifts. Many born from the life before recall their kind as being nomadic in nature, living solitary lives with only a mate and their young to keep safe, small private packs, only calling to one another in greeting and for warning. Even fewer more who had ventured away from Hisui could tell tales of meeting with those of the living, darkened fur with piecring blue eyes, warm with beating hearts. They had called to them to join them, to say they are welcome and safe, but were not met with a call back. Instead they were met with fear and confusion at their ghastly sight. It has happened enough times to know that the beckon of a Zoroark reborn from pain and agony could not be understood by the ones who have never passed. As the baneful packs wander on amid storms and blizzards, looking for more poor souls like themselves who have been brought back so harshly and abruptly, they call to each other. Piercing cries ringing through the frozen air to lay claim to a new wretched life. To welcome them in their new tounge and greet them as family...

To let them know they are never alone.

As they follow along behind their young charge, a human all the same, but ever so kind and gentle since the moment they met, the moment they joined their meager team, they can still hear the pack, far off and away, even within the realm of Lord Kleavor whose home resides far south of the perilous north they called home. They answer back to let their family know they are safe and well, a common occurence now. Humans always hid away at the cry they emitted, but their small human seemed to had recognized what it is they do, scribbling markings in the leaflets they carried around whenever they did so since the child asked them to join them. The child asked them questions about the Zoroark kind knowing they'd not get a proper answer, merely to talk and gleam any response they could provide, though they did this with any pokemon they had caught. To further "research" and build a better understanding they had said. The child had managed to get some answers on their own, a very clever kit they thought to themselves, though one question they asked recently had stuck in their spectral mind in a peculiar way.

"What do you think happens if there were no other calls back to you? Would there be any more Zoroark or Zoura outside Hisui like you? What would it mean if you were the only one left?"

They never thought about that before, they always heard the pack, how would there be none left? As long as there is suffering and pain brought to their kind as they are driven out of their homelands upon their demise, there is always the deathly call of the packs. Even amid the skies turning red, with raging alphas at every turn, when the gods of time and space themselves return to the earthly coil and threaten all life with destruction, and their charge drives head on to protect the lives off all in Hisui and prevails, even as they stand against a lost God and its delusioned ward as a last stand against all odds. As the evolved beast lashes forward to strike down the satanic being who dares to destroy their human kit, howling its bitter malicious vengeance in the face of the almightys forgotten son....

The cries of the pack can be heard resonating within them, to join their strength together with their lone clanmate, to assure them they are not alone atop that mountain.

As the lands of Hisui are left in a serene peace, with the human kit they had come to love as one of their own, beside what they understand is almighty sinnoh themself, they turn and extend their pokeball. An offer to release them to return to Alabaster with their pack, or to join them and their team in a new time and place, an unknown future for the cursed beast they had come to trust with their life. The choice is obvious to them, they had already been through so much, the pack would understand their choice to remain with the child who took them in when no other Zoroark was ever extended such kindness. Wherever they were to end up, they knew they'd hear the pack.

With one last cry to the wind bidding them farewell, in the distance they respond in turn, knowing their clanmate was not alone and still loved like the pack had loved them.

The next chance they had to call the pack in the new world, it was met with silence.

They knew they were still in Hisui, had been told this was the future and that a handful of pokemon they knew to roam the earth had been lost to the ravages of time, but the silence on the wind after many calls to the wild was deafening. There surely had to be a reply, right? They must have hidden away all this time to keep safe. There was always Zorua and Zororak that were driven to their deaths, this was a fact of their cursed life. Why would there not be a response? Surely there had to be another remaining lost soul now, right?

As the human looked on at them in worry, trying to piece together what was wrong with their corporeal friend, believing they may have made the wrong choice bringing them home to the present day.... a thought stirs in the back of the Zoroarks mind. One last try, a call that would have made the earth tremble and the heavens quake, echoed off the top of the mountain within spear pillar...

One moment....

Another, with baited breath....

Yet in the end, had they stayed there for the rest of eternity, arceus allowing them to...

Nothing would be returned to them, only the wind and their frozen pulse in their ears.

Slowly with realization and certainty in their mind, they began to bear a tearful, but elated smile. The pack was gone, absolutely gone, they knew they'd never hear the call ever again, they were the last snow white Zororark with crimson tipped fur left in the wide world beyond Hisui, and they were ecstatic!! If the human could understand them now in their joy they could see why the silence was the most amazing sound they could ever hear.

They were the last one left, no more Zorua were being reborn, no more Zoroark were fleeing to a fate worse than death itself. They stopped being hated and being hateful in turn.

No more of their kind were dying angry and spiteful, freezing, alone and afraid. The cycle stopped.

The Lone Zoroark couldn't have been so glad in all its second life to be in this moment. It did not care they were the last of its cursed kind. If it meant no more kits were dying and the frozen anger of generations had finally melted away to nothing but warmth and peace....

They would pray to almighty sinnoh to never hear the call ever again.

[phmonster]

A quick Hoshi I did yesterday.

[cakeinthevoid]

@whumpkinpie hello! I have written more because Carrie and WIllow have captured my writing brain. welcome to my first ever tag list bwahaha

See prompt/part 1 here: the link

Part 2 — Asleep (Call Me Up — Luna Luna)

The sun had just disappeared behind the mountains when the speaker finally died. The warning trills had been ringing in advance, but Carrie couldn’t bring themself to break the calm late afternoon tranquility that had befallen their little porch. And thus Carrie tried to savour the moment until its most definite end—hoping that those extra few minutes could bring some more much needed peace to Willow. 

After the soft vocals were abruptly cut off, Carrie expected Willow to start and disappear deeper into the house—hopefully to their room and not on the cold floor near the stairs.

Getting up and gathering their various items (glass, blanket, speaker, phone—), Carrie was quietly surprised to see Willow in the same position against the wall inside: one leg bent with their elbow resting on their knee—except now their head was tilted to the side.

They had fallen asleep. 

And so close to Carrie. Were they finally feeling safe around them? 

Carrie redoubled their efforts to stay quiet as they carried their items inside, stepping awkwardly over the cooler that was both holding the door open and partially blocking their path. 

After getting everything in order and carefully dragging the cooler back to the kitchen, Carrie returned to the porch exit with a soft blanket.

Willow was still out like a light, remarkably. They were a very light sleeper and Carrie had fully anticipated the scraping of the beat plastic cooler on the hardwood floor would be the thing to wake them up. And yet they slept. 

And, well, if they were sleeping so well here, why would Carrie force them awake just to move them upstairs? They were resolutely ignoring the consequences of sleeping in such a position on hard surfaces in favour of preserving the most peaceful look on their face that they had ever seen. 

Carrie came close and gently laid down the light blanket on Willows wiry figure, holding their breath. When they didn’t shift, Carrie exhaled a silent breath of relief. Then they backed away into the kitchen to cook dinner. 

While the chicken was in the oven, Carrie set about finishing household chores and finding the speaker charger. All the while, they thought of music. 

[my-shining-sun]

Fic suggestion: if gepetto sang a short reprise of my son to the dead pinocchio after the dogfish scene . about how he was already perfect the way he was.

whaddahell 🥺🥺 thanks for the suggestion!! it'll take me a while to get to it (if i ever do) just because the state of my life rn is Extremely Busy, but this has. certainly given me smth to think about

[backlog69]

[seagull-scribbles]

F 5 for Darkwing Duck, if it's not already taken?

I am the ask that haunts your inbox,

The comical captain you overthought and are no longer sure about,

I AM -

[ask meme here]

Edit: my requests are still closed, this was left over from March last year

[zackcollins]

Praise the Cal || Postseason Clinching Celebration || 09/30/22

[iheardyourprayer]

What were... what wrte yo- what were you doing at the devils sacrament?

[animaxvi]

Morning y’all, I wanna talk about some things today (mostly art block and a lil bit of art school). This might be a long one so grab a snack and/or a drink lol

So I recently graduated art college in December 2022, and I’m happy and very grateful that I had the chance to do so. It was a very long 6 years of constant drawing, studying and balancing the workload of classes.

And now I do have more free time to use and make my own schedule which is great. But the thing is I spent every semester pushing myself beyond my limits and nonstop drawing, which I know isn’t healthy. It wasn’t until near the start of my senior year that I started to prioritize my own health (mental and physical). I would go through burnouts and art blocks after every other semester. And when the end of the last semester came around I could barely find the motivation to pick up a pencil.

This was the biggest art block/burnout I have ever had.

The worst thing was that deep down I wanted to draw. I am so used to drawing every day and even after the stress and heavy workload of the last semester I still wanted to draw. And I tried… I really tried to draw. I started sketching in my sketchbook little random doodles of stuff on Pinterest and that worked for the time being. But the art block was still there. I wasn’t completely satisfied with anything I sketched, it was ok but it wasn’t what I wanted.

About halfway into January my closest friends noticed I was going through it with this art rut lol and they were so sweet and suggested that maybe I could draw my OCs or try something new with my art. So I was like “ok lemme try it”. And the funny thing is XD it actually worked. It wasn’t the answer to my art block but it helped me start to break out of it.

I realized then that what I had needed was to give myself time. Time. Something I barely allowed myself outside of class. I didn’t give myself the space to step away from my hmwk and say “you know what maybe I need to take a break and step away for a bit”

I know that art block happens to other people differently and that no two people will usually have the same experience with it. But if any of y’all ever do go through an art block/burnout please please give yourself some time to heal and relax, play a video game, read a book (or fanfic lol) etc. whatever healthy mechanism that you need to help yourself.

[causalityparadoxes]

20 minutes babeyyyy