#while speeding

[cogbreath]

hate how my mom still reacts with dissaproval when i play gta like im literally niceys... i dont go around beating sex workers or homeless people to death and running them over at 200 mph like others do. only rich npcs. and cops

[r3ynah]

"Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Danny scolded me for the next 45 minutes."

DCxDP prompt

Dani was completely flawless in everything she did, or so she proudly stated to everyone, which was true to some extent. She handles most of the missions handed to her by the Justice League dark with flying colors, she was sometimes called in to replace Constantine when the man was unavailable, finding lost scrolls, and performing magic she could do with ease, but she was not perfect she knows that well.

So, when she accidentally angered one of the most powerful demons to ever exist dangering not only herself but also the whole embassy of the Justice League, up to the main heroes and then down to Young Justice, Dani knew she kinda fucked up and made an error in her calculations on how much she could taunt the said demon, and now everyone was panicking which was...

Not an ideal condition for her because when everyone panics, she also starts panicking, not because the demon she angered was now spewing threats here and there (which was one of the corniest villain monologues she had ever heard).

No, she was afraid considering that since she had disturbed the peace between the living and the supernatural which was technically the dead if you based it on the horror movie franchise —BUT that was not the point, the point is that she cannot control the current situation, and that means she needed to get help from her....Brother....Eugh.

'Let's just get over this.' she sighed as she grabbed a dagger from her chest cavity, Dani's movements caught the eye of everyone present in the room, the ones that weren't occupied by the demon were watching her carefully to make sure the little ghost doesn't make anything worse than it is.

One, Dani closed her eyes.

Two, she took a deep breath.

Three—then she sliced her palm with the dagger, green ectoplasm oozing out of the wound.

Four. Everyone panicked.

Five. Finally, A portal surfaced.

It took only five seconds for Danny to head her call, exactly 20 minutes to calm the dispute happening, and 7 seconds for Phantom to regain his composure to look at his younger sister in the eye.

Dani avoided eye contact with her brother, not just her brother, while also avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room at the same time, whistling innocently as if nothing had ensued, Dani tried her luck and glanced at the levitating figure a few paces before her.

Phantom looked so done and constipated at the same time, Dani wanted to take a picture and show it to Dan afterwards.

"I'm at a loss for words."

"Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Danny scolded me for the next 45 minutes."

[kaleidoscore]

Hey there! Welcome to Indigo Park! My name's Rambley - Rambley the Raccoon!

[fidgetspringer-art]

Boots on throats, as promised.

[tanadrin]

perhaps this is naive of me, but sometimes when i read florid descriptions of the coming demographic collapse all i can think is that as a species, we finally did it--somewhere between the onset of the industrial revolution and the invention of the pill, we finally broke the iron yoke of agrarian civilization that linked our ability to feed ourselves to the size of our population, the yoke that tied the pleasures of sex to the burdens of reproduction, the yoke that meant most people would have to suffer the burden of seeing roughly half their children die before age five. and yes, if this all keeps up, the world will change as a result, change in ways both already kind of sad (a lot of small towns vanishing off the map, as the remaining population continues to concentrate in big cities) and in we can barely begin to understand now (what does the world look like after 200 years of population shrinkage? i can't even imagine). and there will be new problems. i do worry (for example) about how we will care adequately for the aged. there will be significant problems we have to confront. but god almighty i am glad we broke that yoke.

[yalambda]

speeding bullet for the soul

[nightleebear]

wonder how sniper feels about dilf scout

[okartichoke]

she asked him if he spent any time with the light dragon

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

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Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Thunderfire NSFW

List of their crimes:

No lab coats

No eye protection

Holding a tube towards yourself

Everything Thundercracker is doing

(Stole @mechncheese ‘s science designs again, sorry couldn’t resist drawing this joke rq)

[zephyrchama]

Leviathan took a deep breath. He had always wanted to try this. It was silly, and a stupid idea, and if anybody outside of his close circle found out about it he'd probably perish on the spot from embarrassment. But it looked so fun. What otaku wouldn't want to try this at least once in their life?

He had been ready and in position for an hour. In fact, Leviathan didn't sleep at all last night. He pulled an all-nighter watching season five of Welcome to Human School! and decided to recreate this classic cliche in a rare act of spontaneity after seeing it play out on TV for the ten thousandth time.

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up with him, exacerbated by nerves and an early morning chill that caused his shoulders to shake, but he would not give up. He had to know what it was like. Leviathan leaned his head against the House of Lamentation's stone exterior. He refreshed his Devilgram feed for the tenth time and fiddled with the lowest button on his shirt while standing in wait. It was important that his appearance looked slovenly, like this was spontaneous and he had to rush to get dressed. The details had to be perfect.

Noise began to stir around the corner. Leviathan rushed to shove his phone into a pocket and stuffed his mouth with slightly stale buttered bread. It was go time.

Several dozen feet away, you emerged from the house. You paused in the doorway, checking to ensure last night's homework was in your bag and not still on the desk in your room. You had to be at school quite early and wouldn't have time before class to come back if you forgot something. Luckily, all was fine. The heavy door swung shut behind you. As you began to walk down the cobbled steps, something caught your eye. Something big and fast in a RAD uniform, speeding at you and screaming.

Leviathan was not actually screaming. He was just shouting, "I'm late! I'm late!" over and over through a wad of carbs. You didn't have much time to process that fact before he slammed into you like an amateur sumo wrestler.

You shrieked. Leviathan shrieked. The two of you tumbled down the stone steps in a mass of confusion until you landed on top of the nerdy demon like another cliche anime trope. However, Leviathan had no time to celebrate this weeby double whammy. He grabbed your head in a panic and coughed out a gross mouthful of bread to ask, "A-are you okay!?"

Your sturdy uniform and the purple haired demon had luckily protected you from the worst. Leviathan released your face and hovered his hands by your sides as you felt around for bruises, trying to get your bearings. He let out a pained groan when you accidentally elbowed him in the stomach while trying to stand up.

The surroundings were calm. No sign of danger. You scrambled to pick up your bag and exclaimed, "What was that!?"

"I... I'm late for school." That was Leviathan's explanation. He couldn't confess any further. This was not the romantic comedy scenario he envisioned. His mouth was dry. Class didn't even start for another two hours. He realized now what a dumb plan this truly was. As he lay on the hard ground, he sort of wished it would open up and swallow him whole, but your outstretched hand of kindness was a nice consolation.

[cartoonguy08]

I wanna finally get around to the Speeding Bullet stuff I promised to make guys, IM BACK (and doing better 👍)

The tiniest thing I have in the moment is this because I found it funny how many fics I looked at that had this lmao

It’s really….interesting

Like my guilty pleasure is that I do read and enjoy them (shame on me) but also GUYS, why’s he always so somewhat creepy?? 😭 like not creepy creepy but do you catch my drift? Don’t get me wrong I love it but I think Scout needs Law and Order with some of these fics 💀 Y’ALL ARE WILD

[ludotpng]

For @ / Frecklebrace on Twitter . Thank you for trading with me ! Actually quite happy with how this turned out (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

And some closeups !

[benevolenterrancy]

~ Extremely Unwilling Magical Protagonists Attempt To Outrun The Plot And Not Fucking Die ~

(@takofukkatsumi this tag is from a while ago but it hasn't left my brain -- L-Space got very weird all of a sudden)

[phantomrose96]

I like that "crash out" and "lock in" have become part of the vernacular. They feel like siblings. To me.

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

" 'Something the matter postwoman? "