#he'll get help

[friendlyfoxpal]

Castaway giant

Oh dear, looks like @dekameter crashed and has been living all alone on a deserted island. Nothing but coconuts there. Crabs too. But they scare him. They are plotting something, whispering, dancing...

He's fine though really. He'll get help soon...

[topazshadowwolf]

soriel brand dadmare. Nightmare overworks himself so Lyra give a back message so he can relax.

Should he get a monocle? After all this time, he couldn’t stand staring at his paperwork for so long. His vision was blurred, and his head was starting to hurt, a rare thing for him. His tendrils thrashed as he sighed and leaned against his desk.

Ever since he decided to start building alliances versus using every AU as a place to generate bursts of negative emotions, his paperwork has increased. What’s the AU? What resources does it have? Who is in charge? How willing are they to trade with others? What deals were made? What contracts were formed? So on and so forth.

He sighed and closed his socket, no longer able to tolerate looking at anything.

This peace was supposed to free up his time. He was supposed to be able to sit in his library and read all day if he so chose. Lately, he has had less free time. And his boys did offer to help. Sanses do, apparently, have a good record of doing paperwork. That whole bit with helping Papyrus as king, and likely Toriel when she becomes queen in a neutral run, is the source of that.

But the four already have enough to do. They are the ones who are scouting these AUs, talking with the leaders… being his voice when he can’t be there, among other tasks. He couldn’t make them do all of this. They would have no time for themselves.

“They said I could find you here,” Lyra said, and Nightmare opened his tired eye socket to look at her.

“Hello, Lyra,” He replied and watched as she walked into the room with a cinnamon roll and a cup of milk.

“I insist you take a break. If anything, let me help you,” She said as she waited for him to move some papers to set the treat down for him.

He sighed and picked up the fork before looking up at her. “I need more than help. I had believed I no longer needed henchman. The fact is, I need more employed. Among their chores and responsibilities, I can tell the boys are stressed.”

“So can I…,” Lyra agreed. She then moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “And so are you.”

“Yes… I could use someone who enjoys this tedious work,” Nightmare shook his head. “I need to employ a wide range of help…. The boys hinted at this, but it just seems weird.”

Something was happening. Lyra’s paws were moving. Fingers pressing into tense areas in just the right away. Nightmare hummed as his thoughts seemed to slow with the feeling of relaxation coming over him. “They mentioned it to me as well. You own a castle, Night. It is practically empty.”

“Mmm… yeah… there’s space,” He said, not noticing he shortened ‘there is’ into ‘there’s.’

“Before I left the OmegaTimeline today, Core mentioned that UnderFell Toriel outcode the boys found,” Lyra started. Nightmare hummed again, but this time in question. “She apparently has been saying that she would like to come here.”

That made him pause, and his tendrils grabbed her wrists for a moment as he needed a moment to think. “She has been? For what reason?”

“She doesn’t like it there, Night. It is not what she wants. She said she would do anything to get out of there and be here. Core hesitated but finally came to me and told me about that,” Lyra explained, and then Nightmare released her wrists.

“I see… ooooh…,” He relaxed again as she started in on massaging his shoulders again.

“You can find people. There are outcodes who would be willing to work for you,” Lyra said as she started to move down his back. And words could not describe how good that felt.

His tentacles lowered and relaxed as she worked the tension out just above their connection point. He couldn’t really think. At least not enough to find a point to disagree with this. Sure, he’ll bring in more mortals. Three was his limit, but if she was going to give him back massages, he would change that limit to whatever would get her to do this more.

“... Alright… tell… uh… Core I will… meet tomorrow,” He hummed and he heard her soft laugh.

“I will. Now you just relax. We will find someone to help you sort this all out. As well as make better use of that laptop than a paperweight,” Lyra said with a giggle before she continued with the massage

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[cutetanuki-chan]

wanted to sketch something fun

[theyamjam]

[spacedace]

Continuation/blurb/snippet from this writing prompt.

It took less than a week to get custody of the Fenton children.

Oswald expected that it wouldn’t take long with his connections, but even that turn around is faster than what he expected. He'd anticipated pulling strings, greasing palms, maybe making some threats, but before he can even think of getting things moving to do so the paperwork is signed and a social worker is calling him to sort out the travel arrangements for the kids.

It's all done local, the judge, CPS, the witnesses and lawyers, each and every one calling the town home. Each and every one pushing the case through at a speed that Oswald didn't think was possible even in the most crooked of situations. He smelled conspiracy, but not - surprisingly - a malicious one.

Amity wasn't the smallest place in the world, but it was small enough. And the Fentons were public figures, though not in the way that Jack and Maddie Fenton obviously thought they were. How long had the people of Amity been watching things go wrong for the kids? How long had they been trying - in their own, limited ability - to help? Long enough to get desperate, seemed to be the answer.

The only resistance Oswald can find as he reviewed all the information he could get ahold of, was from the Mayor - Jazz and Danny's godfather, somehow more crooked than even Gotham's elected officials as far as Oswald could tell - and the Dr's. Fenton themselves.

The Mayor was summarily denied any influence of the case by the judge on the grounds of the long standing and publicly recorded ugliness of Master's relationship with Danny - which was something else Oswald was going to have to figure out. Along with all the…ghost stuff.

Oswald wasn't sure what to make of the ghost stuff.

Honestly he was leaving it for his people to figure out and wrangle into a reasonable explanation to report to him later. It was…something, a big something, and not - as he'd originally suspected upon initial cursory research into the town - a tourist gimmick or an overly high meta population. A later problem, provided he had to co tend with it at all once the children were officially in his custody in Gotham.

The biggest issue had been the kid's parents. Or really, the biggest issue had been the shady government agency backing the kids' parents.

The Fentons were the Ghost Investigation Ward's pet mad scientists. Creating weapons and genocidal plans - against ghosts - and generally tormenting the towns' living inhabitants just as much as the undead ones. The GIW had been protecting Jack and Maddie from any repercussions of their recklessness, and were willing to butt in on an unexpected custody battle in order to keep their maniacal golden geese happily working away.

From what Oswald had heard, a representative of the GIW had shown up to convince the judge to dismiss the case, but the judge had been faster. By the time the men in all white appeared - garish and tacky in their ill fitted, bulky suits - it had been too late of course. The judge had apparently anticipated their impending appearance and had made their ruling and had everything filed tidily late the night before. Courts did not typically stay running til three in the morning, but apparently an exception had been made.

There were a great many things wrong with Amity Park - wrong in a lot of ways they were in Gotham, wrong in ways they weren't - but the people that called the place home seemed to have come to a decision on one thing: the Fenton children were not safe, and unknown or not they were trusting Oswald to get them out of there.

It was strange and a little overwhelming, for an entire population that did not know him to see him as some kind of hope. Some kind of hero.

There were many, many things wrong in Amity Park.

He tried to assure himself when everything was said and done and the kids were packed and on their way that it wasn't his problem. He was officially Jazz and Danny's guardian, in a city half a country away that even with his - nominally- cleaned up act he held a great deal of power over. He was nearly untouchable within Gotham's shadow, and no one from some half-mad town was going to be able to do anything to change that.

He made preparations though, just in case. He hadn’t gotten where he was by being stupid. The Bat could use something to chew on that wasn't one of Oswald's entirely legitimate business ventures anyway. An ethically suspect government agency that was likely to come sticking their noses in Gotham's business sooner than later would do just nicely for that, and might even earn him some kind of grace from Gotham's brooding knight without getting him in hot water with any of the city's criminal element.

All that was left at that point was actually meeting the kids in person.

His kids.

He ignored the strange, bittersweet ache that touched his heart at that. It was, after all, entirely a means of improving his reputation in the city. The kids mean an end. He'd take care of him the same he did all his people, but not any more than that.

It was just business.

If he reminded himself enough, it might even be true one day.

He suspected though, as he laid eyes on them for the first time - shadow eyed and leery, haunted in a way that ghosts couldn't manage and looking not much at all like Oswald outside the fear and the pain he did his best to forget from his own upbringing - that the point of not caring had been passed the minute he'd gotten that first call.

*

Apologies if Penguin is out of character, all I know about him is what I vaguely remember from TAS, what I’ve absorbed from fandom and what I tried to put together from a wiki lol.

I did this instead of sleeping last night because I couldn’t get the initial idea out of my head (which slightly defeats the purpose of making it a writing prompt so that I could just read everyone else’s wonderful thoughts and writings on the idea instead of getting side tracked from my other writing projects - again lol - but oh well).

I don’t know if I’ll write anymore, and as with everything else I post this is open for anyone who is interested to run with.

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[somegrumpynerd]

Dust's nightmare

Dust has nightmares about fighting and killing here and there, but the ones that really stick with him are the ones that are just... memories. Things he can never have again.

What he can have though, is a distraction when he wakes up to help him settle and make sure he's not alone with his thoughts for too long

[senseearly]

For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.

Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.

Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?

Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.

Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.

Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.

But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.

[shotmrmiller]

Obsessed!Ghost definitely thinks you can do no wrong, ever. Everybody else is the problem and he’ll gladly help you get rid of them. No need to get your hands dirty.

that sounds like regular schmegular ghost to me. can't tell him shit if you care about other human lives. can't tell him about the barista who slammed your drink onto the counter cuz you'd asked for a sub ingredient and they only remade it cuz they had to. can't tell him about the boss that hates/harasses you.

cant tell him that you *feel* like your boss hates you too. can't tell him you had a bad day at work (even though you woke up pissy because health/tired/hate it here reasons) cuz if he hears about anyone that didn't help your mood, they're suddenly gone and won't be seen again.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny meets the batfam by crashing his car

So danny was going for his driving lisense, and it turns out he has inherited his farthers lack of driving skills

So he wanted to get better at driving

But to practice he needed to actually drive

Aaaaaannnnddddd

No one in amity park will let another fenton drive without a full lisenclse and proof that their a better driver than jack

So sam, tucker, jazz and danny go to some city with high crime rate so him crashing and driving like a lunatic wont stand out too bad

Well 2 hours later and sam and tucker making appointments with a heart doctor and danny is a little better

They were talking about food when danny made a wrong turn and crashed through a wall

When they all looked up they saw a group of furries being held at gun point and screaming and a guy with a red bucket on his head cursing and waving guns at them

...

They all look at eachother

Back to the furries

Back to eachother

And then cheif furry stepped foreword and was about to say something when danny paniced

He put the thing in reverse floored out, put it back into drive and turning so fast he flipped the car, once the car was right again he reversed into another wall of the building and then used the ecto-charge fearure on the car to activate the ectoplasm in the engine and floor it faster then the flash

He's sure this wont backfire

[athina-blaine]

that blender bit is really the most of all time 🥺 i love the way you write them so so much, it makes my heart so full 💗🥺

It's the most softly indulgent thing I've written yet, I've outdone myself haha. Just the thought of Kabru, someone who we routinely see throughout the series denying himself comfort and gentle care, being with someone who never stops trying to take care of the people around him, even complete strangers and his enemies, even if it would be 10000x easier not to bother and no one would think less of him

idk it just wrecks me man

[brainrotcharacters]

"His little pet Wolverine."

"Tell me somethin'. Are you pissy because I left, or because I'm with him now?"

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[justaz]

coleaders klance who have each others back whilst arguing til they're blue in the face. a dignitary from a planet watching keith and lance argue and lance says something and runs away before keith can rebut it which leaves him scowling. the dignitary seeing this as their way in with the black paladin and saddling up to him and complaining about lance. keith doing a complete 180, his eyes going yellow and his skin slowly shifting purple as he glares at the alien and the alien panics and is just like "haha sike hes actually really cool and amazing and i would do anything he asks ahahahaplsdontkillmehaha"

a dignitary finding out keith is galran and seeing klance argue so he goes to lance, the red paladin and second in line should anything happen to the black paladin, and insulting keith's heritage and implying that should lance stage a coup then he'd have whatever planet the random alien is from in his corner. lance pasting on a wide, faux smile and "soothing" the aliens fears/concerns about keith being galran by saying that if their planet doesnt want a galran to save them then voltron wont force them to join the coalition and they can fight the empire themselves. the alien freaking bc hello??? their planet against the might of the galran empire?? they'd be crushed!! and the alien is just like "i meant no offense im so sorry pls dont leave us for dead"

[3v3rl4stingbr4in]

Companion. ♡

[lexumpysfunland]

Guys: 🎶wooo-oooh~🎶 🎶The narrator is in love~🎶 🎶ooooooooo~🎶

He doesn't like being made fun of 👀