#first of two fics in this au

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

-

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

[yes-asil]

I was burning to draw Sonoko and Heiji next, on one hand because they are just fun to be around and on the other hand since they are the perfect catalysts for the main story to go forward

Conan is kinda struggling

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

If it's not too much trouble could you show us some of your sketches of Barnaby and Wally cuddling/ hugging? The way you draw them injects serotonin directly into my blood stream 🫶🏽 👉🏽👈🏽

Have a nice day/night btw!

im not sure if there's anything leftover that i haven't already posted & isn't too dated for me to handle... but actually hold on lemme look through my scribble pages. there might be something hiding in the back

AHA! mostly au scribbles but here they are!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

"Hey, chin up, kid...It'll be okay-"

Felt like doodling THAT scene from chapter 2 of "Terror Comes In Twos"

[nibbelraz]

You have any parenting hcs plss what do you think moshang and bingqiu would name their kids 🥺

Shockingly I never thought too in depth about Moshang/Bingqiu kids, I love the idea that they'd have some and I adore fics with them.

I think both couples would be good parents but definitely struggling in the beginning like REALLY STRUGGLE I can only imagine Qingqiu freaking out over a baby, yes he helps the disciples but a WHOLE BABY?! He would be screaming. Shang Qinghua would also be freaking out, they're both trying there hardest as new parents.

If I ever did a full au I think I'd want Moshang with three kids and Bingqiu with two, but since they're all immortal, then they'd probably have a LOT more 😭

I'm also not sure what they'd name them but I after seeing this ask I tried to do some sketches!

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 79

Part 1 Part 78

It’s warm in the grass. Warm where Will’s body heat is radiating out and caressing Steve’s calf. His whole body is warm, like it's all one infection that he needs to ice. Maybe he’s the infection, and he needs to let himself burn out.

The hole has disappeared, sewed up like its own sutured wound. Steve misses it, the way he blinks, and the cavity is gone. Eddie’s no longer visible down there, his grunts muffled by clods of earth. But, Steve can still feel him. They’re leashed together. 

Eddie’s been swallowed by the belly of the beast, and Steve’s not sure what that means. If he’ll be welcomed, or subsumed. But Will’s still right beside him, and his mind’s still ticking away on what he knows – Eddie, Will, Eddie, Will, Eddie. 

So, he sits. And he waits. 

There’s noise up here, now. Unknown men shouting unknown words. Will stands up to talk to them, ankle brushing its scorching ache along Steve’s elbow. Steve doesn’t get up. He just keeps gazing, unblinking, at the bright dot of Eddie’s light beneath packed dirt. 

It’s like Steve’s there, and then he’s not. 

He thought he knew burning before, knew the pain of heat. This isn’t heat. It’s an inferno. It’s not Will’s ankle against his elbow, or Eddie’s hand against his cheek. 

This is a fire that takes, and takes, and takes away everything that Steve is. He can’t see the grave that isn’t, can’t remember who they buried in there. Curly hair and doe eyes and dimples are burned out of him at the quick. 

He’s there, and then he isn’t.

Steve tries to remember what it is he knows. He tries to hold onto the cadence of names he can almost remember on his tongue. They drift away.

There, then not. 

Steve is fire. Steve is pain. 

Then, he’s nothing at all. 

***

It’s a feeling, what makes Will turn away from the men and their flamethrowers, and the threat they pose. It’s like flames, licking across his chest, like a bond turning to ash.

He’s getting used to Steve’s vacant eyes, the way he’s both here and not. He’s not used to this. Steve’s lying across the ground now, absolutely writhing, with only the whites of his eyes visible in his twitching sockets.

“Steve!” Will rushes to his side, dropping quick enough to bruise his knees on the cold, packed dirt. His hands hover over seizing shoulders, afraid of what his touch might bring. “Eddie!”

He can feel Eddie, underground but closing in. He pulls, and pulls, and pulls.

It’s Steve opening his mouth and screaming that prompts Will to settle his hand on Steve’s shoulder, fingers brushing cold skin as he tries to hold him in place. It doesn’t work. Steve continues thrashing, and Will rocks along with him.

There are men in suits, men with guns surrounding them both now, yelling panicked words at each other that buzz through Will’s ears but don’t solidify. He won’t look away from Steve, can’t when he’s screaming like he’s dying.

“Eddie!” he calls again, He squeezes Steve’s shoulder hard enough to hurt his own hand, pushes him into the dirt, but Steve’s too strong. He thrashes, uninhibited.

Between blinks, Steve’s face is clouded by familiar smoke – it writhes into his mouth, eyes, nose. Just like it had in front of the school, as if Steve’s been trapped in this moment ever since, suffocating.

Will follows the spiraling smoke, up, up, up into the sky, where the shadow monster looms, writhing just the same as its tentacles, just the same as Steve. It’s blocking out the familiar red of the Upside-Down. Will never thought he’d miss it.

Before he can miss it for long, red starts to swirl through the smoke. For a second, Will thinks it’s the sky poking through, the smoke dissipating into the air. But, no. It flickers through, like fire sparking. Like the end of one of Eddie’s cigarettes, quivering in the breeze.   

He wants his Mom, wants Eddie, wants Steve, all safe and bundled and warm in his house this morning, even as the sword of Damocles dangles over them all. The strike of the blade is always worse.

“No, no, no, no!” Like Will’s own distress summoned him, Eddie’s kneeling on the other side of Steve, palm clasped to his forearm as he holds on. Or maybe he’d been there the whole time. “Stevie, no!”

Will looks down to Steve and sobs, barely audible over the sound of Eddie’s continued wailing. Steve’s skin is blackening, the skin on his cheeks flaking, like a ribeye steak charred to long on the grill. That same red flickers through the dark pits of his skin, embers shining through.

He's on fire.

So is the monster.

It’s no comfort at all because Steve is screaming and turning to ash beneath their hands.

Will looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes. They’re hollowed out, like Eddie know this is the end. Like he’s accepted it, as long as he gets to keep his hold on Steve.

Eddie runs his palm down Steve’s flaking arm, intertwines his fingers with Steve’s, somehow tender even here, at the end of the world.

Will doesn’t want this moment to end, too afraid of the silence that’ll wring when Steve’s just dust.

It doesn’t last.

It’s a domino effect – the vast body of the smoke monster collapsing in on itself, falling to the floor. Steve slumping into the ground, still as the grave. Eddie, gasping just once before he collapses overtop Steve. Will lies down atop them all, listening to Steve’s heart beating beneath his ear as he welcomes his own quiet grave.

 

Part 80

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Incorrect Quote

*After a kiss between Y/N and a (male) Slasher in the Horror House*

Y/N: He- he just like- grabbed me?

Jennifer, trying to gage whether she should be buying knives or not: Uhuh...

Y/N: And he- he took me-

Tiffany, eyes closed imagining it (Already knows Y/N's into it): Mhm, yeah..

Y/N: And he was there- and I was there-

Jennifer: Yes?...

Y/N: It was firm?? B-But tender??

Tiffany: Oh! So, it was good, huh?~

Y/N, frazzled: No! I mean- well, I saw through space and time for a minute there but THATS NOT THE POINT, I SHOULDNT HAVE DONE IT!-

[laurzzz]

Majestic Oppositions: Sibling Dynamics

I couldn't stop thinking about this meme days ago and I just HAD to put my boys into it heheheheh. Slight spoilers for Chapter 3 with Eclipse's magic showing... I actually finished Chapter 3 a few days ago but idk what's stopping me from posting it LMAO

Majestic Oppositions is an AU that I made about Assassins DCA x Royal Y/N. You can read the fic of the full series as I work on it here!

[crabsnpersimmons]

Dear Crabsie,

I have brought thou a gift to defend thyself against any fishy thoughts, especially those which bringeth with them sadness and disdain, have these items to fortify your mind :

Okay have a nice day 🫂✨💕💥‼️

Dearest Starrie,

I was so thrilled upon receiving your notice of such a thoughtful gift that my joy rivalled that of my passing exam mark! However, I was simply aghast to discover that your gift had fell victim to the capricious nature of my postal service! I was looking forward to disrupting the tender tranquility of my housemates with my sweet kicks, but alas, the universe deemed this gift too powerful—too dangerous on the wrong feet. I am unworthy of such a gift. I only pray that whoever has received such a paragon of personal footwear will give them the honour and care that they deserve.

Your Humble Jestie,

Crabs

meanwhile...

but where did the other shoe go?

[harundraws]

Vampire Taivan Vampire Taivan Vampire Taivan Vampire Tai--- the comic is based on @novelconcepts vampire au yj fanfic !!

👉🏼the link to novelconcepts’ post to the fic ✨

SOOO since i couldn't finish this during halloween (it was a spontaneous decision... i didn't even mean to draw a comic, the pages just started appearing... !!!!) i decided to not rush w/this and wow would you look at that, the pages doubled (4) but right now here's the first 2!

[onlyifyoubadd]

i cant stop thinking about the fact that the park dreams were just one of many dream sequences where they fell in love. i need to know what other au's rick's subconscious cooked up!

what yall think? what would be yall's favorites?

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Just some kids

[avirxy]

I ofter monster hunter sketches

[steelycunt]

i would DIE for a snippet xx

hii okay i had a little search to try and find some snippetable bits from chapter one n. tucked them under the cut mwah : ^ )

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[ekingston]

For the ask game:

Supercorp fic where Lena runs a popular webseries/blog about plants and plant care and Kara (one of her avid subscribers) is absolutely hapless when it comes to keeping plants alive and is constantly asking Lena for help only to fail spectacularly. Lena is *convinced* Kara is fucking with her on purpose, and kinda sorta hates her virtual guts

(Now also on a03.)

Lena isn’t naive.

When she made the decision to set up a discord server for her plant vlog’s followers, she knew there was a possibility things might get messy. After all, even while remaining anonymous — she can practically hear her PR team screaming at the idea of Lena Luthor running her own verified social media account — her comment section has always been 45% earnest compliments and questions from beginner botanists and 55% unabashed thirst over her sexy hands and soothing voice. Lena imagined any possible frustration caused by having to sidestep the occasional untoward overture would be worth the satisfaction she gets from teaching fellow hobbyists to take better care of their plants. It’s nice to feel like she’s being appreciated, for a change, to be allowed to play hero in a small way, different from L-Corp’s high-stakes idealism or Supergirl’s histrionic stunts.

(She still hasn’t managed to set up a meeting with National City’s super-powered alien in residence, but she’s certain it will be any day now.)

Lena couldn’t have predicted that the most aggravating individual on her server wouldn’t turn out to be a persistent suitor, but rather a member of the plant-loving minority.

If the violence this ‘Kvers’ person routinely inflicts on their houseplants can be considered love.

Why are my plant’s leaves yellowing? had been this idiot’s first, innocuous ask. Moments later, they’d followed it up with a picture of the brown, crisp remains of what Lena had only vaguely recognized must at one point have been a vibrant green ZZ plant.

Because it’s fucking dead, Lena had wanted to reply, suggesting instead Is it possible it’s near a window where it gets too much direct light?

My place does get a good amount of sun, Kvers had responded. I kind of prefer it that way. Lena had given her a list of plants that would fare better in those conditions, and hoped that would be that.

But it didn't end there; it’s actually only gotten worse. Kvers is in Lena’s notifications what feels like every other day now with fresh doubts and queries. Why do you even have plants, Lena is tempted to respond half the time, when it’s obvious you’re too much of a moron to even be trusted to take care of yourself?

Are banana plants supposed to tear this easily? comes the next question, combined with a picture of a Dwarf Cavendish that looks to have been ripped to shreds by a wind stronger than the average tornado.

“What the fuck,” Lena mumbles to herself. Some tearing is to be expected, they’re pretty frail, she replies, before snapping and adding I advise placing it a little further away from that jet engine you must have set up in your living room, however in a disgruntled huff.

Kvers sends her only a 😳 in response.

A fresh victim is presented to her a few days later, along with Kvers’s desperate plea of Can this little guy still be saved?

Pictured is the saddest Boston fern Lena has seen in her entire life: it’s bruised grey-brown and beige where it should be a vivid emerald, and when Lena clicks the image to enlarge, she finds herself frowning at what looks like a dusting of frost still clinging to the fronds.

Ferns can recover from freezing conditions but only if their roots weren’t also affected, Lena replies very professionally, her fingers shaking with silent outrage. Though I don’t understand why you’d keep a potted fern outdoors when it’s that cold. She’s beginning to wonder if this Kvers person is a genuine imbecile or an abusive prankster. Where do you live that you’re dealing with these weather conditions in August? she demands.

Oh, um, Kvers replies and then, after a few starts and stops, Southern California.

So Kvers is absolutely fucking with her.

It takes a week before they’re asking for Lena’s input again. This buddy is looking a little rough today, they post, do you think a good soak could help perk it back up?

The miserable money tree pictured is barely clinging to life. Lena peers through the furious red haze descending over her vision and swears it looks like its few remaining leaves are singed.

Lena’s patience has run out. Are you serious? she asks. Did someone burn your building down?

Small kitchen accident Kvers has the audacity to reply.

It’s the final straw in every sense of the word. Lena will not stand for this blatant abuse a moment longer, especially if it’s done exclusively for the purpose of getting her attention. Before she can think too much about it, before her rage recedes, she sends Kvers a direct message announcing she’s coming by for a home consultation.

Where in SoCal are you exactly?

As it turns out, Kvers is right here, in National City.

She’s also a bafflingly attractive — though fidgety — blonde.

Blue eyes widen and pink lips part when she answers the door, her shoulders so broad and her arms so beefy she takes up most of the space in the doorway to her loft. Lena probably wouldn’t be able to see past her, at her endangered plants beyond, if she still wanted to.

But she can tell her loft is well-lit, like she’d mentioned — she’s framed by the sun’s dying rays, her hair and skin golden and shimmering in a way not entirely of this earth.

This explains so much, Lena realizes, relieved. The wind. The frost. The burns.

Her would-be adversary is wearing glasses and her hair is up, and her flustered demeanor seems so awkwardly genuine that Lena wonders if the image this woman projects when she’s dressed in her more familiar reds and blues is the act — if this awestruck, faded-jeans-clad cutie is the real person that’s hiding underneath.

She looks far more human than Lena would have imagined.

“You’re Lena Luthor,” she finally manages to stutter out.

Lena regards her evenly. “Good to finally meet you,” she says, and, dropping her voice a little, “Supergirl.”