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[revelisms]

Silco, Sevika and Jinx Headcanons (music ver 🎵)

Since my playlists are running rampant (and they're largely how I get a sense for writing character voices/actions/etc.), I thought it'd be fun to share a few HC tidbits via some tunes :-)

Silco — aka the Bloodshark, the Eye, Mr. Crime Boss himself; the man, the myth, the slippery bastard. Also clocking in with nearly 8+ hours worth of songs for this sack of bones...I am...side-eyeing myself. Anyway.

Foundation — Sunlit Grave, Saint Mesa

This basically kickstarted the playlist earworm, for him. At a high-level, this is the song I think of anytime I write him: it's dark, eerie, regal, persevering. I always get an image of someone sinking beneath the depths at the beginning, and clawing out of a deathly cage/prowling to a bloody pinnacle by the end. The lyrics themselves also capture a flavor of his character, as a dead man speaking to someone (potentially his killer and/or lover) who knew him before; who must choose to let go of their knowledge of who that dead man used to be. He is gone, irreparably changed, and he's not coming back—and he'll drag a kingdom to its knees, by the end. (Maybe it's what landed him in that grave, in the first place.)

Inner Voice — The Wondersmith and His Sons, Astronautalis

This gives a sense of past and present: a glimpse into the hard-cracked persona he'd built in the mines (which I associate with folksongs, especially of an English or Gaelic nature), twisted up into the sly, scheming charisma he harnessed as co-founder of the Lanes. For me, the song paints a potential tale of childhood (the lyrics tell of a family of swindlers, from which the narrator is the cleverest son) and a foreboding hint into the future (too much grease can break down a machine; for all their success, a brutal end is eminent). It also just feels like him—it's growly, arrogant, and jovial; drawling in some moments, and spit-fired in others.

On The Record — Time & Place, Queens of the Stone Age

In terms of what he'd actually listen to (of which I think he'd have a extensive range, to the point of his tastes skewing past eclectic into downright bizarre), this would fit easily between a swath of blaring industrial rock, crooning big band classics, jazz, folk-tunes, experimental funk, r&b, etc. It's got that flavor of 80s post-punk vocals that would be a staple in his sets, with a snappy flare in the instrumentals (something he'd nod his head or tap his pen to)—and, funnily enough, has a slight echo to Snakes (Vi's and Jayce's fightsong), which...oddly fits, given I see him and Vi as actually very similar, at their cores.

Sevika — aka the Lioness, the Teeth, "step on me and I'll thank you for it" Miss King. She's badassery in a gilded package, baby—but there's a tender spot under it all, if you squint.

Foundation — Little Girl Gone, CHINCHILLA

Another song that kickstarted the playlist earworm. This is a baseball bat to the gut with prowess, swagger and Try That Again energy—and the transition of the whisper to the drop just hhh. Gets me every time. This song is the battle anthem from a woman who's earned her armor (fittingly, working under a gangster)—test her patience, and she'll be wearing red on her sleeve; dare to cross her in a fight, and she'll drink you down like liquor. I can visualize a snappy two-punch brawl every time I hear this.

Inner Voice — Milk, BONES UK

Dipping into that tenderness here, with a stark note of ceaseless ambition, we've got this song—a reflection, a demand, a love letter, a hunger. There's so many layers folded into this: the desires of a self-made life to be everything and more their host yearns for it to be, even if, underneath it all, what they truly yearn for is belonging. This feels like a young, angry, cropped-hair and bloody-fisted Sevika fighting down the world—and an older self looking fondly, if a touch melancholically, back on it all.

On The Record — Know Better, Janelle Monáe

Put her on the aux, and she'll have the dancefloor congealing into a neon haze of sweat and glitter. The mix of the sax and the bassline here just thrums with her energy, to me: self-assured, watchful, slow-smirking. It's often the kind of tracks she reaches for, especially for a crowd; she's got a bold streak in her, and it doesn't take much to stir it to full display (come here now, stranger; gimme that sense of danger).

Jinx — aka the Loose Cannon, the Bombshell, everyone's favorite lil' gremlin. I tend to interpret her character in distinct "phases"—i.e., Powder, Jinx, and Jinx post-shimmer. These also factor into what I musically associate with her; each piece of her character feels very distinct.

Foundation — BLOODMONEY, Poppy

This is like...the Jinx song, to me. It's about distrust, sacrifice, self-identity, denial, rage, all wrapped up in a spiteful bow of religious allegories—a flash-cycle of whose opinion she worships, at any given moment (when nobody is watching, what do you believe?). It's also just a sensory meal with the sound design, and could even match up with soundbites of her voice so easily.

Inner Voice — Crimson, Skott

Take a stroll into Powder building Jinx's persona from the ashes. This is a haunting, beautiful song, with an undercurrent of something fight-eager, spiteful, and hopeful brewing beneath the surface. In the wake of tragedy, there's still a thread of strength; someone picking up the pieces while trying to find a path back to their own mind. I almost hear this as an apology and declaration of war, in turns, from Jinx to Vi.

On The Record — BOOM, Cassyette.

You know this little metalhead is listening to any splitzy mechanical tracks she can get her hands on (fuels the inventor muse, y'know?)—and I think she'd love this. I mean, c'mon. It's a song about explosions, told through a narrator saying how slipping into different mental spaces feels like a bomb waiting to blow. I could see her jamming to this on loop in her workshop while tinkering with a new flare gun. (Also, as a close runner up, I associate anything Djerv with her, given they were the artist for Get Jinxed—she'd probably have things like (We Don't) Hang No More always on the gramophone, singing to it word for word.)

[nightwolf1429]

AJSHAJAJASJS WAIT- I keep imagining the kids Jason takes care of calling him 'Tiger' because of his scars 😭✋

Like one of the street kids happens to catch him with his jacket off so they can see the scarring on his arms and their first reaction is basically "Wow! You have stripes, like a tiger!"

And Jason is obviously a little surprised considering the usual response to scarring in general is far less positive, but he just kinda shakes it off and is all "Yeah, sure kid.. Tiger.." And doesn't think anything of it.

Until all of the kids suddenly start calling him Tiger and keep asking to see his 'stripes' and now the majority of them greet him with a little tiger 'Rawr!' Whenever they see him, and he's honestly flattered af because he thinks it's adorable-

[bibibusinessman]

[mossysoupfrog]

Diversifying my reblogs so the ladies (the one person following me) knows I share their interests in things other than my current hyper focus

[robinsegghead]

Inspired by @glow-in-the-dark-death 's prompt Danny's Daycare! Chapter one and two are out! Let me know what you think!

[seanchaidh7]

Pose challenge on the TOG Art Server ❤️

[meekmedea]

i'm the anon who asked ab felix, and id like to hear both :>

Sure thing!

Time-Travelling Clemmie AU

In this AU, while he's a huge magnet for trouble when with Clemmie and Iphigenia - it only gets worse over the years

Has been kidnapped at least once (was unharmed and found eventually), but before he was found Pres. Ravinstill was 3 seconds away from levelling D11 off the map

Learned to fence, maybe a little too passionate about practice - his parents banned practice in undesignated areas (many paintings have been accidentally destroyed)

In Felix's defence, Pres. Ravinstill may or may not have told him to practice in a hallway that was filled with hideous paintings that he's been gifted over the years.

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AU that has yet to be named

Set post TBOSAS, these mostly base around the HC that Felix is a huge literature nerd

There are many ways to boost your friend's self-esteem/self-confidence post snake-bite.

Felix's method...is a bit unconventional: notes from a secret admirer. (I'd explain his train of thought but he baffles me as well.)

With his family's influence, it isn't so hard to pay off people to casually drop them off at the Dovecote residence.

At first, they're just a line or two, complimenting her. But he sees the effect it has on Clemensia and they start turning into full blown letters.

Love letters to be specific.

Possible lines in his letters.... -> these are all actual quotes from literature, but for the sake of the story, they don't exist in their universe.

Is that all you want to be? Liked? Wouldn’t you rather be passionately and voraciously desired? - Margaret Atwood Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer? - Louise Glück

It's TOTALLY won't backfire or anything. (Just trust the process - Felix, probably)

Someone is probably shaking their head in the background.

Things are great until the third letter - by this point, he's sort of in a relationship with Clemmie and he's got 2 choices: to commit to the bit or fess up.

Felix decides to commit to the bit. And to commit, he decides he needs to beef with the secret admirer (Which is also himself, yes.)

And so it begins.

Felix, seeing the love letter he wrote last night as the secret admirer: Pfft, that's hardly romantic. I could do sooo much better.

Clemensia: Alright. Then you write me one.

Felix: Alright, I will.

Clemmie realizes maybe four letters ago that the secret admirer and Felix are the same person.

[cuteniaarts]

What if… Suiren in Vaatu’s colours 😳👀

[thenecropolix]

Guys hear me out

A Post-Tangle Tower Story where Grimoire and Sally invite Fifi, Poppy, and Fitz to go see the world and solve cases with them or just stay at wherever they live for a time so they can have a vacation away from TT and process everything that happened while allowing them personal growth

I'm not sure what the age difference is between the duo and trio, but just consider Sally and Grimoire being like older siblings to these 3 young adults who have so much to unpack in response Freya's death

[retvenkos]

🚀 + our favorite boy, the dearly beloved: han seojun

!!!!!!!!! han seojun my beloved, the absolute king who belongs in all au's possible,,,, i want something better for him, pLEASE.

🚀 send me this emoji and a character, and i will tell you what fanfic trope/AU they best fit into

HAN SEOJUN in a NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR! AU. when you were a baby, then a child, then a teenager almost grown, you lived next to none other than han seojun. because of you respective ages (seojun was two years older than you, a fact of which he always enjoyed reminding you), and the time you spent seeing the other, it was only inevitable that at some point, you grew an awkward, bumbling crush on your very own next door neighbor, and good friend's older brother. gowoon never really noticed it (thank god), and neither did seojun, but all throughout your high school years, you nursed this little crush you had on the slightly older boy, ignoring the way your heart would race when he'd bring over food for your family, or hide out in your apartment when he angered gowoon, or even walked you to the corner store in the middle of the night, when you needed to get something really quickly, but your mother didn't want you to go out alone (he'd grumble the whole way there, but you'd buy him food and sneak something sweet into his pockets for later, and whenever you asked, he was always ready in a dash). you were right at his side through it all (and he beside you), and you saw him at his worst - those months after seyeon's death, those weeks after jugyeong chose suho over him, and all other heartaches, besides. you knew han seojun better than you knew anyone else, and when you left home to go to a university abroad - majoring in communications, of course, something seemingly practical yet entirely evasive - you felt acutely as though you left parts of yourself there. but time passed, and you grew around your losses. you still kept up with your old friend from a distance, but now he was an idol, and you were something grander than you'd once been. you were different, now. you didn't have the same vices that a teenager can't extricate from their being. but then the company you work for sends you home - not all the way home, but back to seoul, which is close enough for you, anyway. and you're successful enough to be someone important - with nice real estate in a nice part of town, and who do you notice always leaving your building in secret but han seojun! your old friend and somehow, once more neighbor! you should certainly keep this to yourself - the last thing an overworked idol needs is an old friend who knows about his not-so-secret apartment and is somehow still love-drunk enough to miss his stupid gorgeous face. and it's not like he's going to stumble upon you one night when you were idiot enough to lock your key inside your apartment when you went to the corner store at midnight. and it's not like that's going to lead to reconnecting with a person you'd rather not miss, who has a life so complicated it makes your head hurt just thinking about it. and it's not like he's going to kiss you on the forehead that night when he thinks you're finally sleeping (you'll have to wait for the lock to be changed in the morning, and really, you've nowhere else to go in the meantime), whispering under his breath how he loved you all along despite himself. after all, it's not like these things happen - and certainly not to you. it's the last thing you need, being neighbors with han seojun. but maybe it's something you secretly want.

here's also a special second au because i'm simply brain dead for this man, your honor.

HAN SEOJUN in a SECOND CHANCE! AU. (idk the official name for this one so allow me to explain in greater detail than necessary) as it currently happens, you're living a miserable life. by all accounts you shouldn't be - you were born into a wealthy family who had every resource to set you on the right path. you tried to do all the right things - went to the right schools, took your place at the family company, moved out to live on your own, dated the people who your family would approve of, got married after a reasonable engagement, started on that path of a successful, if not bland life. you were doing things right. but your world is turned upside down when you find out your spouse is cheating on you with your best friend, the head of your household dying, and all the rich families in your world preying on your weakness. your sister takes you and your spouse on a weekend getaway, to the country where you always used to relax as a child. your spouse is cold to you the entire time, your sister worried out of her mind, and you wonder how you could have possibly been so blind. your spouse leaves early. your sister and you wait another day. on your way back into the city, you're hit by another driver on a rural road. you watch as you and your sister both die, all alone. this is the end of the line, and so you close your eyes... only for them to open once more. you wake up in your parent's house. did you... survive? did they somehow find you and nurse you back to health? if so, why does your body feel so... recovered? you check your phone - perhaps to text your spouse, though would they even care enough to listen? - and see the date is Clearly Wrong. what do you mean, you're two years in the past??? for a few days, you fumble around. your family is all in good health, your brother isn't married yet, and your sister... she's alive. you were given a second chance in life, though why, you'll never know. you do, have some plans, though, and catching your husband cheating on you with your best friend is only the start. divorce looks rather good on you, and so do the clever ways in which you are seemingly able to predict future events and major conglomerate changes. there are some things, you start to realize, that are unavoidable, but there's so much that is malleable in your hands. and as for the companies who once conspired to take your family down when they were vulnerable, well, you're nothing if not good at chess. and the game is so easy when you know they're playbook before they've ever written it. you'll take them down - just as they once planned for you - and yet when one of the families brings back from overseas their eldest son - a mr. han seojun who seems to like freedom more than the confines of stiff, upper class society - a wrench is thrown into your plans. he doesn't make sense - this son who'd rather not be. in more than one way, he just Doesn't Fit into the story, as it once played out. is his presence here a direct consequence of you cheating fate? and is his attempts to woo you genuine, or his family's con? and what is this strange tattoo on your wrist that you recieved after the crash, counting down the days to two years in the future, where, once, you died? what happens when the timer runs out? what happens when han seojun learns of such a curiosity, and spends his evenings at unusual libraries, searching for information on second chances at life? maybe you fall in love with this han seojun - the son who resents his place in his family, the boy who only ever wanted to be free. maybe you kiss him one night, when you're feeling lonely, and maybe it leads to something more. and maybe you tell him your secret one night, when you're drunk enough to not worry and in love enough to believe it will change nothing at all. but what happens when han seojun steals into your heart and nests there, then, after months of bliss and happiness, reveals a secret of his own - that in another life, it was his family who conspired to have you killed; it was his family who poisoned your past relationship; and it was his family who had worked their entire life to topple yours? and what happens when his family is still attempting to do the same, now?

[i-spilled-my-soup]

can you draw solangelo as chiscara or your fav genshin ship i live for the pjo x genshin content 🙏🙏

i know nothing abt chiscara apart from fenkko posts so xingyun was the best bet but. They Are So dissimilar in my mind

[revelisms]

Deleted Scene: Only Ghosts

After a dealing turns bloody, Silco and Sevika reassess their options. Jinx tries to help.

A deleted scene from 'both sides of the moon,' a oneshot exploring Silco and Sevika's relationship through a series of business ventures. cw: violence, blood, wound treating Full story on AO3

"I'd seen the misreports." 

The hiss comes a near hour later: fingers pitting a crescent into his temple, while she douses a blood-soaked hand with the type of alcohol that made one's lashes curl backwards. He's gone, worlds away, staring at some chip of varnish in his desk—but his voice takes the stillness of the air by its chin, and suffocates it. 

"I'd seen it."

She cuts a glance through her fringe: crooks her mouth at a frown. "Lucky you don't need stitches."

Teal and amber flit sharply to her. She holds them, for a breath. Turns back to her work.

"Gave him the benefit of the doubt," she grumbles, eventually. "We needed his position in the market."

Silco scoffs through his teeth. "They'll be vying for position, now." His fingers brush the hook of his jaw: pit, half-mindedly, beneath his chin. "A bloody hindrance."

Sevika flicks out a roll of gauze. Starts on her wrappings: one spiral, and two. "Could use it to your advantage." She tugs the bandaging tight across the cool points of his knuckles. "He wasn't the only one with connections."

He only hums, to that. Low, drawling. Miles in thought: lingering on the crooked flay of the carpet.

Absently, she watches the dark shadow of his lashes flicker: the turn of his thumb, a thin sweep down the underside of his jaw, dipping into the start of his throat. Watches, as he hunts out his pulse-point.

A ghost eats through the silence of the room, like a living thing. 

Vander made you.

She doesn't know the truth of that, either. Doesn't want to guess what space Vander had occupied in this bar, this office, in the empty space beside him; to fill in the gaps with half-truths and presumptions about what they were and weren't; to try and pick apart why the reminder of his partnership, ownership, had cut so deeply under Silco's skin.

But she studies him, now: watches the scarred line of his mouth tense: and wonders. 

The door to his office creaks open. Sevika twists over her shoulder, hackles raised. She finds a sight she just as well expects. 

The little devil holds her breath, blinking her storm-cloud eyes. The light paints her scrawny bones in a sickly halo, green-glossed. She's got that ratty old toy squeezed between her fingers, her wild hair untied—and she's pattering across the floor, in a lightning-streak of blue, before Sevika can steel herself.

"Mister Lock said you—you came back all, all bloody—did you—are you—?"

Sevika tears her hands away, quick as she gets those wrappings finished: as Silco slips back into his skin, blinks strangely down at the little girl whirling around the edge of his desk, looking for all her worth like some deranged orphan cracked free from a holding cell.

"Child," he puzzles, one wise thought away from sending her back where she came. He has his arms full of her, before he can get out another word. The kid weasels between his knees like a rogue bullet, and sucker-punches to his waist.

"I'm sorry," Jinx is heaving. "I'm sorry, I'm—"

Silco's hand finds the back of the girl's trembling shoulders, slow as something dredging through water. "You've done nothing wrong," he hushes.

"But—but you—you—?"

"We've taken care of it.," he continues, low and firm. "What's done is done."

The runt blinks up at him, bleary-eyed and snotty nosed and miserable, and it makes Sevika think of her gutless younger sisters—of the years, few and far between, where she'd been young enough to feel so much, herself: before this city crushed that part of her girlhood, and left her steel-edged with resolve. 

Jinx sniffs. "You're okay?" she mumbles.

Silco looks at her, like he hasn't just walked in from a kill anyone in their right mind would have blamed on a demon: would have denied 'til they were blue in the face had come from a man's bare hands, and not a beast's claws; like there isn't still blood on his shoulder, in his hair, stained through his skin from a lifetime of climbing rung after red-soaked rung.

His palm sweeps along the frazzled crown of the brat's hair, and smooths it down. "I'm alright," he murmurs back.

Jinx frowns at her nails. Narrows her eyes up at him, leering through her fringe for a long, silent moment. "Just ghosts?"

Something tightens in his shoulders. Knifes itself in—and eases. A strangeness in his teal eye, in the furrow of his brow.

Quietly, he agrees, "Only ghosts."

The brat buries herself into his waistcoat, as though trying to build a nest of his very bones, and says nothing. Just ticks her fingers at the fabric, incessantly; snuffles and frowns. Then the blubbering strikes up again: haggard as much as chilling, coming from a body so small.

"I can scare'em away. I'll—I'll get Chompers to blow'em all up. They'll go away." Her knobby hands turn white-knuckled at his sides. "I'll make them."

Silco eases out a breath. Slowly, gingerly, he lets his hand sink to the girl's bird-thin nape, and leans down into her. Allows her to knit her soot-stained fingers about his collar, and crawl up into him, like a monkey burrowing into a tree branch. "It's alright, child," he hushes, her blue head wedged to his shoulder. "We're alright."

Whether that is meant to tie him and the sniffling brat together, or indicate that she would even be worrying over the two of them, Sevika doesn't want to know.

Irritation blisters and flares.

The girl will have him wrapped around her finger, the rest of the night. It's a sight she has no interest being privy to.

She snaps up their med-kit between her fingers, and takes her leave.

[vakarians-babe]

tagged by @ava-du-mortain to do this lovely picrew made by @eatingyarn and I could not resist. Wayhaven gorlies (gender neutral) incoming.

🖋️Niamh O'Driscoll, Reporter (she/her) - Adam du Mortain

🔥Anabelle 'Billie' Butler, Firefighter (she/he/they) - Farah Hauville

🔎Mina 'Minnie' Harker, Private Investigator (she/they) - Morgan

🧪Amrita Kohli, Forensic Specialist (she/her) - Nathaniel Sewell

tagging @merry-harlowe @brother-genitivi @ottobooty

[commandermeg]

Tiny House Challenge of Doom part 2

Because I somehow ran out of Photo slots on the last post - here's the final chapter to the last edition of the Tiny House Challenge of Doom.

So to recap, after the Repo man took their sink, the sims were unable to put their dishes anywhere. This led to many Sims somehow not being able to STEP OVER A PLATE to get anywhere, leading to their demises.

There were so many dishes on the floor that the Grim Reaper fused with the sofa.

And, being unable to reach the stove that'd been left full of pastries - it burst into flames.

Ah, Sims. Scream at the fire because that'll obviously help.

Could one of you please call the fire department? Someone? Anyone?

That was a disaster. Eventually the kitchen fire consumed a good portion of the house (and contestants) so I decided that they'd earned a little renovation.

First off, I gave them a sink

Then, I added some newer kitchen appliances

Then I realized that the sleeping arrangements needed a revamp if I was going to keep the challenge going for as long as possible...

But the ghosts kept popping up to share their opinions

Where was I? Oh yes, the bunks. Much better!

Still gotta keep that owl. Julie doesn't seem to have any issue with it.

After shipping in some new contestants, I was surprised when they actually started getting along. As long as they had a sink, somewhere to make food, and the right amenities - they seemed to do well by themselves.

Our Final Guy from the last round made best friends with the folks I added in after the renovation. They keep sitting down like this to hang out and talk throughout the whole night.

So far so good!

HOWEVER

An interloper soon made himself known amongst the Tiny House Contestants. Some Sim named Chris kept stealing the lawn gnome from outside the Tiny House.

This is a crime that could not go unpunished, so I built the ultimate trap for such a villain.

I made this prison two days ago, and throughout casual playing the criminal returned to the scene of the crime.

VILLAIN CAPTURED FOR GNOME CRIMES

I gave the guy a pizza and he proceeded to eat one (1) slice and then LEAVE IT ON THE CARPETED FLOOR.

Truly this Sim is better off behind bars.

Meanwhile, the happy friends of the Tiny House Challenge are living their best lives in the tiny house.

I think they won this challenge - maybe the real Tiny House was the friendships they made along the way.

[chaos-bringer-13]

Vlad, Dan and Dani move across dimensions to Gotham because of some bad stuff happening in their own dimension. Vlad has a lot of his money with him in cash, and they quickly get themselves fake id's as father and his two children. Vlad's plan is to keep low profile, wait it out and then return. Dan and Dani don't care about Vlad's plan.

Vlad is shady, Dan and Dani are causing shenanigans, and a bunch of coincidences leads to people believing that they're some sort of mafia family.

Some idiots try to rob Dani and she blurts out "Do you know who my dad is?". Dan emerges from the shadows, sends Dani off and makes extremely specific and detailed threats of slow and painful death to the would-be robbers. He finishes the speech by adding that they would be wishing for him to do all of that if his and Dani's father found out about the robbery.

Then Dan accidentally recruits a group of goons by beating up their boss and feeling kinda responsible for the henchmen.

Then Dani steals the talons.

Dan has a fight over territory with one of the smaller rogues.

Dani steals Scarecrow's chemicals.

All the while they keep convincing people that this is all a part of some bigger plan of Masters family. First it's just a misunderstanding, then they keep doing it to annoy Vlad. Some people think that Masters is just a surname, some think that Master is a rogue's name. After a while everyone knows that there's an up-and-coming crime family.

Vlad is entirely oblivious. He doesn't know shit. He ends up making a small organisation (restaurant? car repair shop?) to hire people who keep coming to him. He's not sure why his children tell all these people that he can help but they are in trouble, so he helps. And then helps again, and again. All the places he opens look like crime fronts.

Vlad is still unaware that he's a mob boss.

Maybe at some point Dan and Dani think that Vlad figured this out (because its obvious) but doesn't say anything because the police has bugged their house or because he wants plausible deniability.

Obviously all of this ends with the Bats deciding to confront Masters. It's also the perfect moment for Danny to enter.

Here, have a shitty meme showing the moment.

Danny: I left you here fOR ONE MONTH

Vlad: It's not my fault!

Danny: I figured. Dani, if I give you a candy, will you tell me what the hell you've done?

Dani: What kind of candy?

Danny, handing out a Yellow Lantern ring: A Ring Pop.

Dani, snatching it: We accidentally started a mob family :D

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny is desperately running away. Not from a robber, they’re not much of a threat to him anyways, but from a really intense Batman.

“Oh my ancients,” he muttered as he sprinted away from the dude swinging above him. “Can you please go away?! I already paid you back, dude!” Danny raised his voice at the swooping figure above him. He wished he could go ghost, but that would break his cover so fast as a “meta” or whatever.

“Stop running,” Batman landed in front of him, growl reverberating around them.

“Stop chasing me then! It’s bad manners!” And Danny’s from the midwest, so that’s an actual concern.

“How did you find Two-Face?” Batman loomed before stepping back when Danny’s shoulders curled inwards.

“Oh. Is that what this is all about?” Danny huffed. “It was self defense! And… the pun was too good to not, you know? Yeah, no, I had to. Prime opportunity.”

The cowl might hide it but Danny always knew when people are doing that nose pinch of exasperation. It’s a talent he carefully cultivated through shenanigans and puns.

Batman? Definitely inwardly pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How did you find him? Harvey Dent is a dangerous criminal.”

“In my defense,” Danny started, like a teenager caught guiltily shoving the entire cookie jar into his room instead of leaving some for the rest of the family. “He found me first. Well, no, he found the kids first. He started it!”

Batman somehow raised an eyebrow. How the hell does he do that?? The cowl covered the entire upper half of his face! Danny squinted at him. Is Batman a meta?

“Listen, I didn’t start it, but my sister sure as heck taught me how to end it. It’s not my fault Dent couldn’t handle a beat down. And I told you I was gonna pay you back for that one (1) Big Dent! If you wanted cash, you should have said so!”

“Hrm.”

Maybe it was the fancy gear. Maybe it was the pointy head thing. Batman reminded Danny way too much of Vlad and he got the ick.

“Okay, well, good talk, bye!” Danny ducked and ran, faster than he had before.

Batman grappled up and forward, trying to grab him. Danny, with years of dodge training under his belt and impeccable teenage instincts of gtfo, managed to dodge Batman’s reaching hands with a hollered “OPE!”

“Bye! See you never!” Danny ducked behind an alley and turned invisible as Batman swooped past.

When he was sure the vigilante was gone, he slowly faded into the visible spectrum.

“Jeez. Better warn Amy about this. Maybe I should hide in Crime Alley until this blows past.”

——

Gotham’s underbelly had a new tale to sling around their bars that week and a new demographic to be wary of.

The Terrors, the kiddie gang that ran perpendicular to Crime alley, was preyed on by Harvey Dent.

“What do you think you’re doing to them?!”

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Harvey screamed, flailing as a creature of shadows and claws- god damn those sharp ass claws- descended upon him, scarring it just one side but both sides of his very vulnerable face!

“Back the hell off of my kids, you fashion reject!”

As for Harvey… well, he’s developed an aversion to the smell of peanut butter and small children.

——

Batman, hunting down Danny because he’s worried about the endangered meta kid: you left me a Dent.

Danny, because he sees a vigilante bum rushing him: I have no cash! That’s the only way I can pay you back rn!

——

Batman, trying to lecture Danny about safety because he’s a worried batdad:

Danny: ew a rich stalker trying to be my dad!

@tricksterwitchkat can you tell I’ve been thinking about your pun for days? This is for you, thank you so much for that pun, it made my entire week.