It's so endearing to me how Alver would ALWAYS have a constant supply of cookies ready for Cale and his children.
Even in impromptu meetings with them?? Even when he's terribly stressed?? He'll make sure to carry some cookies wrapped in a handkerchief to give to them.
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Bought new sheet pans making a new cookie recipe tonight
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Prompt 92
Clockwork is done.
Screw the observants’ rules, screw the ‘you can’t enter the mortal realms’ demand they try. He is going to have words with the speedsters about timelines and travelling through timestreams. He is not missing his ghostling’s highschool graduation and if there’s even a chance of that horrible thing happening he will make it everyone else’s problem!
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Death Spy
Danny spent way too much time watching spy movies, that's a fact. And probably the main reason why he dubbed himself "the spy for the dead", even though he wasn't actually doing spy work at all.
The ghosts of the Infinite Realms are eternal, but some of them are still young (in the sense that not much time has happened since their death) and miss their families. Clearly they can't visit without alerting anyone, so they go to the one ghost that usually swings between the realm of the living and the dead.
So, Danny started doing favors, watching lives, giving some gifts, sometimes even talking to his "targets", depending on what the ghost wanted. Even if the ghost wasn't from the same planet.
Danny had snuck into the Watchtower so many times to check on Bruce, Barry, Clark, and others that he'd lost count. He wondered if it would be easier to announce his presence but they probably wouldn't appreciate it.
On one of those occasions two ghosts asked him to check "Jason Todd" (his grandmother had many questions and his mother was not far behind); the halfa had been so distracted while exploring Red Hood warehouse that he forgot to activate his invisibility and before realizing, Danny was in the middle of a gang fight and everyone was pointing their guns at him, which felt strangely like home.
He smiled and sheepishly waved at the Crime Lord, which didn't know whether to shoot him or get him out of harm's way. Jason had noticed that the boy was hanging around, but he didn't think he would be suicidal. He sighed with resignation, if the boy survived he would probably have to interrogate him, or worse, protect him from the rival gang.
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HEY, TUMBLR USSERS THAT SHIP SHADOW MILK WITH ANYONE (OC INCLUDED)
New realization hit today... he say in canon he writes poetry.
HE WRITES POETRY
DO YOU REALIZE ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH THAT???
Shadownilla and Eldershadow shippers:
you can make the most angsty psychological complex shit with this. Imagene him writting about how much he hates them yet he finds them entretaining
Burningshadow or Silentshadow shippers or anyone that ships them with the other beasts:
POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN PRISION POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN PRISION. POETRY IN P-
Poetry during their years being sealed about how much they want to free them and go out and be an evil powercouple.
ShadowLychee:
Same as above with the idea of writting about how can they destroy the world together, but add also the idea of Shadow Milk writting a last poem for Lychee before being sealed away.
Shadow x oc:
THAT IS ENDLESS. You can think of him being a perfectionist and thinking on how to make a perfect poem for your oc. You can make him send letters begging them to return to darkness if they are a sixth ancient. YOU CAN MAKE HIM WRITTE AND GET FLUSTERED BECAUSE THEY WRITTING ABOUT YOUR OC.
I'm begging you. USE THE CONCEPT OF SHADOW MILK AND POETRY.
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Love it when the vanilla milkshake dynamic goes from “I want your soul jam and I WILL get it” to “I want YOU and I will destroy everything you hold dear until I can have you”
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I just finished watching King Kong (2005) and this idea hit me like a truck: Shadow Milk Cookie as King Kong and Y/N Cookie as Ann Darrow!
i have never seen king kong but i sorta understand like... the tiniest bit about it.... So uh, Reader's getting kidnapped for this one as that's pretty much the only thing i know from King Kong.
Requested Prompts #44 - 💓
" White Lily Cookie! Don't! It's a trap!" You try to scream out, but no matter what you say nothing can reach White Lily's ears as she was trapped within your captor's maze. You watched as the flurry of the new guardian's magic went towards the fake tree, reviving it almost instantly to the shock of the eerily real-seeming fake Shadow Milk Cookie.
You were the only one to have realized that it was fake, so he'd given the group a question that he knew they'd get wrong no matter what. Thus he'd taken you prisoner back in the 'real' world, one that looked a lot like the world within the Maze of Deceit except the key difference was that there was a lot more goopy, abyssal shadows littered with blue eyes staring at everything.
You silence yourself with a yelp as one of the beast's fingers press into your head, because yes he does have actual hands apparently. " Ah ah ah!" You heard him tut, " I don't believe that this play needs any input from the audience, does it now?" Shadow Milk hummed, bringing you up to his face so you could look into his calculating gaze. " Besides, they can't hear you anymore anyways, so why even bother?"
You hesitate, he was right and you knew it. You almost instantly deflated, your prior determination to escape filtering out of you like air from a balloon with a hole in it. " Aw, you look so cute when you're all hopeless like that! It's almost making me reconsider your position as prisoner!" He cooed, poking at your face with his claw(not the tip of it though).
" I doubt that there's anything worse than being a prisoner to you." You groan, leaning away from his touch.
A shriek is pulled from your throat as Shadow Milk grabs onto the sliver tree, or at least what remains of it. He spins around it like those character in musicals sometimes do with poles before hoisting himself up to sit between the branches as if they were a throne. " I' wouldn't be too sure about that~!" He teased, holding you up in front of his face.
You doubted that, and it showed on your face. " No offense, but I doubt that there is." You said rather un-enthusiastically.
" You really think so?" The beast grinned in an almost wild manner, you got the feeling you said something you really shouldn't have. " Because i can think of a lot of things! Of course, I won't be listing all of them for the sake of our family friendly audience. But there are much worse fates than being a prisoner to me!"
" Like... like what?" You asked hesitantly.
" Hmm..." He leaned in close, eyes shining brightly as he stared down at you. Some kind of deranged hunger slipping into his expression as he did so. " Like being a little snack."
You froze up, the pause between that and his next statement being far too long for your liking. " Oh I'm only joking! There's no need to fret, I don't intend to cannibalize you... yet." You squeaked with fear, leaning away as much as you could as he threw his head back into a maniacal laugh.
" Oh you're just so gullible- it's adorable!" He mused, a grin that was still far too wide plastered on his face. " I think I might have to keep you, even if Silly-Lily tries to seal me back up in the tree for real!"
Well, at least now you know that unless the others save you you're probably screwed. Yippee.
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