#this prompt was a hard one!

[thegodovereverything]

TMNTober

prompt: That is not a person

gen: rise

ao3 link

@tmntober-2023

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The reporter on the TV adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. “After last week's invasion, many have been thankful to the not-humans that fought off the aliens.” The screen to the right of her shows a blurry photo of green blobs with color coordinated masks, weapons readied as they run upwards up a falling building. 

“Many others believe that they were part of a plot to earn public trust. Protesters have been lining the streets of New York City, calling for an investigation of their motives,” The screen changes to depict protestors lining the street. They chant indistinctly in front of a governmental building. 

“John is there on the scene,” The camera snaps over to a reporter in front of the protesters, a warm scarf loosely tied around his neck. “Tell us John, what should the people of New York know in the midst of the current panic?”

“Well, Sarah, it is not looking good out there, I can tell you that. The protesters have been here since eight a.m. and show no signs of stopping. We haven’t gotten any further contact from the not-humans that fought off the alien as of yet, only riling people up further. Everyone here has a different theory as to their purpose for fighting the aliens off, ranging from escaped aliens from area-51 to a secret governmental task force.” He’s nearly yelling over both the wind and the roaring protestors. 

A teenager sneaks up to the reporter. She wears a bright green sweater, and her hair is pulled back into two buns. The reporter continues, unaware of her presence, “They want answers, and possibly compensation. Many of their homes and offices were destroyed in the fight, leaving many homeless or without jobs.”

She taps on his shoulder, “Excuse me, sir, April O’Neil, reporter from Eastman Laird University. I actually have some information about the “not-humans”, did you call them?” 

John breathed out a small sigh, before facing the budding reporter. April took that moment to steal his mic from him. April held it out of his grasp, dancing out of his way every time he attempted to grab it. He eventually gave up, motioning at the camera to switch back over to the studio. It doesn’t. He taps his foot impatiently as she begins her speech. 

It was clearly well rehearsed, spoken with a clear voice that was easily heard over the background noise. “Their names are Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey. Raph is the oldest at sixteen. They fought the aliens called the Krang in order to protect us all. They are afraid. They are hurt. Leo is in a coma, healing from the damage he took when he sacrificed himself to get the Krang back into their prison. He is fifteen years old . Mikey, a   fourteen-year-old, has permanently damaged his hands from making a portal to save Leo. They are teenagers. They are people too. They fought hard for us, and I’m disappointed that we aren’t doing the same. April O’Niel, out.” She drops the mic and John blinks, lost for words. Slowly, he comes back, picking up the dropped mic. “Well, erm,” He clears his throat, tugging on his scarf. The screen cuts back to the reporter inside the studio, who looked equally as ruffled.

“We’ll be right back after a quick break.” The screen cuts to an advertisement about a foot fungus.

The screen turned black, closing like curtains at the end of a play. Splinter's sigh was a deep one, pulled from the wells of his soul. He was thankful to April for trying, but he understands humans (he used to be one, afterall). They will never change, they will always hate anything different. He remembered when he first moved to America. He wasn’t welcomed then, and he was a human. He feared to think of what would happen to his boys if they went public.

[emacrow]

Danny had a very rough week of not sleeping....

Five days straight of non stop ghost hunting, barely focusing on whatever their parents new inventions were and sabotaging them..

Then Saturday began...

There was skulker with him, ghostnapping and chasing him at 12am in the morning to 3:20am in some new extravagant hunting ground in the ghost zone which ended up backfiring on him later when it wasn't even his hunting ground as the original ghost owner started chasing skulker.

Then there was Johnny and kitty argument and dragging him along as an unwillingly victim because johnny was flirting with some ghost girl as he was trying to fly back to his family portal around 4am.

Accidentally crashing into Youngblood ship who rather excited to play again for the 28th this week and it fucking Saturday man..

He finally back home at 10am.. only to noticed that his parents left him to go on some honeymoon field trip since Jazz was in gotham for her collage and part time job as a assistant turned into a full time therapist in Arkham because she actually got a break through with Scarecrow with his childhood trauma and the Arkham are still flabbergasted by her abilities and immediately slapped her a full time sponsorship.

He tries to go back to sleep only to get notifications at 11:03am from tucker that Techno and Vortex teaming to cause a full blown out town wreacking havoc with a literally tornado dragging machines into it for some grand plan which was a fucking pain in his ass because his thermo also got caught in it.

Danny is dragging himself back to his bed after souping both Techno and Vortex, flopping onto his bed to finally catch those zzz when it about 6:29pm

Only for fucking Vlad to start his own bullshit with a new invention.

Danny is about to fucking snap at this point, vlad doesn't know what he released over a week of sleep deprived danny.

Maybe because how tired he was at that moment to not noticed the ray gun that vlad had looked oddly like the one his parents were making yesterday only to get hit by it directly...

Only to noticed he not in his bed anymore..

He was in snow.. iced cold snow in the middle of freezing temperatures and near some icy like palace..

He could cry right now..

He thought he got sent to the Far Frozen, welp this would be a great spot to take some much needed sleep. His mind is too muddle right now to even takea glance on small his form is now at the moment.

Flying a bit loopy through the icy palace, not noticing humaniod like giant crystallized statues with a S on their chests blinking some kind of alarm.

Making himself right at home as he made a nice snow like fluffy blankey that Frostbite once taught him whenever he went through his daily shots and stay the night there..

Drifting off to sleep finally with the sound of the silence..

He was already too far gone into unconscious to be awakened at this point..

Unaware that his presence brought alert to a certain Superhero.

Whom found a tiny little boy in the Fortress of Solitude, sleeping peacefully like the dead despite his heart beating very very slowly to health concerning matter.

Trying to wake him up only brought him a tiny punch to a face so hard and fast that it actually hurt him.

Which made Clark froze as he realized that punch actually hurted...

Which brought a major misunderstanding that slowly became a much bigger one later on in the dna scanner.

[spkyart]

Baking

[sariphantom]

Rise April 2024 Days 1, 2, and 3: Trick, Fashion, and Crossover

Technically... Usagi counts as crossover, considering he's from a different show.

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Batman: You need a new costume. That one provides no protection.

Danny: oh I cant.

Batman: You won’t owe me for it.

Danny: no I literally cant. Like if i remove it it just returns.

Batman:………. Explain.

Danny: look *takes off glove and explodes it into pieces*

*glove reforms on his hand*

Danny: see? Can’t get rid of it. It’ll just heal itself.

Batfam: …

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn danyal al ghul au incorrect quotes - dpxdc au

Vlad and Danny, fighting for the nth time this month: Danyal, exhausted: hey if i call you dad will you like. Stop. I have a test tomorrow. Vlad, has a parental bone in EVERY part of his body: *immediately stopping* Vlad: What do you mEAN YOU HAVE A TEST. WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT-- Danny: BECAUSE YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL DR. FENTON AGAIN, VLADIMIR.

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Danny, flopping into bed facefirst: i need sleep or rehab. again Tucker (maybe?? I haven't decided yet who he's friends with): i thought you were clean Danny, into a pillow: not if this keeps up.

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Tucker: favorite superhero go Sam: Wonder Woman Danny: the Flash Tucker: Okay Sam's is obvious but, Danny I would've thought you'd say like, Martian Manhunter or Superman or Starfire. But Flash?? Danny: i had a foster in Central City for a few years and met him, he's a really nice guy. He made me promise to invite him to my high school graduation and is part of the reason I made it to rehab and ended up getting rehomed and picked up by the Fentons. Danny: I have a hoodie with his logo on it in my closet, i saved up to buy it and its the first thing I got with the allowance the Fentons got me

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Danny wearing three layers and a scarf in the middle of summer: *shivering* Sam: how are you cold you're literally made of lava Danny, hissing: lava cools at contact with the air and I'm trying to keep my body temperature at a reasonable level, SAM. Tucker, touching Danny: you feel warm to me Danny: to YOU

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Danny:...i could eat lava Tucker: Sam: Danny: Tucker: do it. no balls Danny, getting up: bET--

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Danny: Dash: The Both Of Them: *under the bleachers to smoke/vape* Danny, smokes: I wont tell if you won't tell Dash, vapes: ....deal

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Danny, breaking into Vlad's lab: YOU FUCKER QUIT-- what the hell is that Vlad, working on his newest invention: Language. ....And it's something I'm working on, go away Danny: what? no, fuck you. You're trying to kill Jack again and this looks interesting. I was gonna come beat you but now I'm curious what the hell this is (Vlad spends a good hour explaining what he's doing before they start arguing and Danny starts a fight)

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Danny laying on the ground staring the ceiling, feeling like shit: Jazz, popping by his room: ,,,what'cha doing, Danny? Danny: Danny, internally: 'Jazz says i should be more open' Danny: considering the benefits of relapsing Jazz, immediately stepping into the room: oh okay so lets talk.

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Danny, meeting Robin as Phantom for the first time unaware of his identity and his own birthright: Robin: Phantom: Phantom: fuck you Robin, a 12 year old: fUCK YOU

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Vlad: Jack Fenton iced me out of my early adulthood and got you, his foster son, killed by his own invention. He is a danger to society and I personally want him dead. Danny: okay, cool motive still murder. Danny, louder: I DONT NEED YOU TO TAKE REVENGE ON MY BEHALF

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Vlad, grabbing Danny's shoulders: aren't you tired of being nice Danny: Vlad: don't you want to go apeshit Danny, in the american foster system since infancy, was in rehab at 11 years old, has been fucked over metaphorically, emotionally, physically, ten times over: Danny: i feel like we need to have a talk

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DP/Regular DPDC Vlad: *gripping by the shoulders* DPDC Vlad: how Stillborn Vlad: what DP/DC Vlad: how are you getting him to like you. Stillborn Vlad:,,, well first off i don't torture him so jot that down Stillborn Vlad: second of all, like is a strong word. Stillborn Vlad: Daniel only likes me on tuesdays and when i show him how to make fireballs

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 74

When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred. Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling. 

Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home. And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's all fun and games until...

[Commission for @dontheckinswear]

[bunniidollii]

just john b and subspace <3 no more needs to be said

you can’t help but just turn to putty whenever you spend any time around your boyfriend. it’s not your fault he only talks to you in that docile sympathetic tone. and he’s cruel about it— coaxing you into that submissive headspace in the least convenient situations, revelling in your embarrassment conflicting your desire. john b’s favourite time to do just this is when you’re all cuddled up outside the chateau, bodies pressed right up against each other. so he really can’t blame you when you start grinding your core against his thigh as his thumb slips into your mouth.

“you doin’ good there pup?” he murmurs down at you with the familiar faux-sympathy he always uses to get you worked up, careful not to disturb the rest of the pogues relaxing outside.

you manage to whimper out a strangled “daddy” between his thumb as you greedily sucked on it, grinding your panty-cladded core continuously against the cargo material of his shorts, already lost in a lust-filled haze.

“‘m still john b for now pup, gotta save all that for later, yeah?”

he knew your response before you could even open your mouth, just from the way you looked up at him with your pleading eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as they left wet stains in their wake.

“can’t daddy, need you now”

he’s quick to shush the whine that leaves your lips when he separates the two of you, getting up and out of the hammock to pick you up and place your writhing form against the side of his hips. your legs wrapped tightly around him as one of john b’s cupped the plush of your ass firmly. none of the others pay the two of you any attention, used to your antics after a couple of drinks. besides jj, who sends your boyfriend a subtle wink as they share a laugh at some inside joke you’re too lost in subspace to care about.

“been such a good girl, haven’t you? been such a patient girl for daddy.”

you simply moan in response as john b sets you down so you’re straddling his lap, wet core pressing up against his hard cock. your hands grip tightly onto his shoulders as his set to work on your clit, the rough pad of his finger circling the spot you desired him most. a little mantra of “daddy” repeatedly leaves your mouth as john b continues to swirl your slick across your pussy, before teasingly slipping a finger into your cunt.

by this point your tongue was hanging out your mouth, drool dripping down onto john b’s shoulder as it trickled down his back. he was talking you through it all with the same voice that lured you into this position in the first place, as his callous palms gripped your hips and jolted you across his crotch.

deep grunts left his mouth inbetween his teasing remarks, mocking you for being “such a dumb puppy, so wet and needy just from a lil’ dry humping”. the garbled moans that left your mouth only made him harder, priding himself in making you so cockdrunk with just his words.

he could tell you were close to your climax by the way your fingers dug even deeper into his shoulder, biting into the flesh of his collarbone to silence your screams. his grip didn’t relent as you came down from your high, continuing his quick pace as he guided you back and forth against his hard dick that strained against his pants.

your cries of overstimulation and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you leaned fully against his chest for support were enough to push him against the edge. a thick pool of cum leaking through his boxers, causing a small dark patch to form on the front of his shorts.

never one to mess an opportunity, proving just how obsessed with john b’s dick you were, you quickly moved to sit inbetween his legs as you undid his zipper. getting the hint, he lifted up his hips to help you in removing his shorts, followed shortly by his boxers after you licked a couple of stripes across his clothed dick. you buried your face into the soiled underwear, relishing in his scent as you licked the cum off the material. once satisfied you had reached your fill with the piece of clothing, you began licking long and wet stripes up john b’s cock, practically inhaling his cum at the speed you were going at.

you then sat there, his once again hardened cock now in your mouth as you slobbered up and down, occasionally letting out a few gags when john b’s hand pushed down on the back of your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair. a perfect way to end an evening.

[numbuh424]

cw // blood

@nearsbday : DAY 4 - "FORTUNE"

The River is the final of five community cards dealt that often makes or breaks a hand. A lucky river card can change the game as it decides the outcome of a showdown. 🃏

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Damian isn’t happy about father’s rule not to hurt the gaggle of false kids he has acquired. How is he supposed to prove to him that he is the only one worthy of the title of heir now?

But fine. Most of them are stupid enough they’ll end up dead sooner or later. Damian just has to play the long game. Establish himself as the only constant.

But then father’s wayward son, Todd, comes home… and it’s so much worse than Damian expected.

He remembers this man. Remembers him from hushed whispers in the League, from mother’s creased eyebrow, and training halls drenched with blood.

And he’ll take one look at Damian and know. Know that he’s a threat to his position.

And the worst thing: Damian isn’t allowed to defend himself.

[fennelwasp]

Day 7-8: Boarded-up and Forgotten

[declamationark]

Between Danny’s constant sleep deprivation, school stress, and his villains’ differing levels of goofiness, I’m surprised he didn’t try just.. crying, like there’s a reasonable chance they immediately regret making this kid cry

like dude, you get catharsis and your enemies get Guilted into awkwardly going "there there buddy (help??? how to stop crying??? do I just pat the kid's head????)" and giving you gifts

[charlietheepicwriter7]

We've seen DP and DC be different universes where Danny and Valerie are the only heroes in DP, but there are thousands of heroes in DC. We've seen where DP and DC are in the same universe, and Amity Park just thinks the Justice League are ignoring them.

But what if DP and DC are different universes, BUT Danny and Val aren't the only heroes?

If we treat superheroes as basically cops/military with superpowers, then we can infer what heroes would be like using cop/military statistics. You could even use My Hero Academia society as a basis. Things like "heroes are more interested in protecting private property than serving the public" and "Heroes have high levels of PTSD and physical disability and aren't helped after they retire" are common knowledge in Danny's universe.

And specifically, the one I wanted to make clear for this prompt: In Danny's universe, heroes are highly likely to abuse their family/sidekicks outside the mask.

Suddenly, Danny's in the DC universe. For a low-stakes reason; if he's there because the DP universe imploded or his parents tried to kill him, he'd be too concerned about himself to act on his instincts. No, Danny's there for a vacation and there are so many heroes and kid heroes that he feels sick.

Maybe he catches Batman being rough with his kids, or overhears Superman "belittling" Superboy (Conner). Nevertheless...

Danny ends up thinking that all the Justice League are abusing their sidekicks and families and becomes a villain to save them.

[ca-3]

Day 1: New Beginning 💛💙 @ryukitaweek

I thought this mementos dialouge would be a silly way for their relationship to start(?) also yes I like RyuKita too hehe

Yes it's real,, I have so many mementos dialouge I want to draw things for 🫠