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#probs gonna continue this
bonchobrick · 1 year
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Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.
The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.
So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.
But,
As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--
Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.
His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.
But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.
The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.
The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.
Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.
Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions
Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”
“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold
Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”
“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plain
They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.
Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"
Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."
"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks
Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”
Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"
"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."
Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."
"What?!" His family screech in panic
"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."
"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer
Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."
Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"
Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"
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Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."
"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world
"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family
"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin
"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods
"I know right?" Jason chirps
"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand
Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"
John only sighs and leaves
"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"
Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.
Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"
Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.
As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"
Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down
Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it
"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in
He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed
Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"
Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."
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Edit: UMM HII The fic is out now here!! you guys are awesome I'll post the new chapter 2 in a hot sec after editting ^^
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ffa07aa · 4 months
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I know my fixation on media became serious when I draw animal crossing version of my fav characters. anyway
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woolydemon · 1 year
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a little thing I made like a year ago with my own designs for bee & blurr
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rebouks · 10 months
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Waddle waddle.. 🦆
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mavspeed · 1 year
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something that really pisses me off is this headcanon that ice would have been or was against mav pulling bradley’s papers for the academy.
like i’m sorry but I need some of you to think for a second. this is a man whose jet wash indirectly also led to the accident that resulted in goose’s death and probably carried that guilt for half his life too. this is also the man who was there to watch mav and carole grieve for the brother/husband they lost for YEARS. not to mention he was close to goose as well since they were both at the academy. like he would have wanted to protect bradley just as much as mav did when he made the decision to pull the papers. it’s a dumb moment for both of them but again. 100% they would have both thought they were doing the right thing for bradley.
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michaelsfavgirl · 29 days
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My midterms are over let’s gooooo!!! I can finally breath out good god.
Expect something spicy coming your way soon ;))
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ohno-the-sun · 1 year
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Hmmm scene from this
Kinda old so don’t like it much anymore
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foxsartdump · 4 months
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the moment i type tottmnt instead or rottmnt is gonna be my downfall (gay and too lazy to correct)
(mini-rant in tags if youre curious </3)
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leavingautumn13 · 1 year
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drew this while camped out on top of an arch in the coronet highlands waiting for distortions to form, not gonna finish it
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diurnalcritters · 6 months
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Day 455
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gregoftom · 1 year
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GOD i am trying so fucking hard not to read into the fact that tom repressed the shit out of how he actually felt when he learned he probably won’t go to jail and then when he went to greg, he could. express it. you know. he could be himself. i really hate so much what i read into it BECAUSE I SHOULDN’T BC I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LATER AND I SHOULDN’T TRUST THIS SHIT BUT ARHJARHA HOW CAN I NOT WHEN HE’S REPRESSED ASF PER USUAL BUT THE MOMENT HE GOES TO GREG OR IS ALONE WITH GREG HE EXPRESSES HIMSELF FULLY, HIS RAGE, PAIN, [MANIC] HAPPINESS, AFFECTION. I HATE THIS SO MUCH. AND GREG IS IN THE CORNER COWERING BC HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THAT THE REASON TOM ACTS THIS WAY AROUND HIM IS. no. i Refuse to read That into it. but yall get what i’m saying right. 
AND THEN THIS
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are you fucking kidding me. like was that really fucking necessary.
#tomgreg#god i hate thi IS S how#im gonan. i gotta sit down for a sec i'm jahving a jhemmhorrage#hemorrage#mhem?? you know that ththing#oh yall are prob expecting a novel in the tags wel like i said in the post. i think it's interesting that tom is like. Himself. around greg.#when they're alone. he can be like. maybe his core self? i don't know. maybe it's some kind of. parallel.#to how he tries to be a roy. which can be compared to say. roman. who was confirmed to have had the concept.#of being gay. like. they put on a show right. like roman's true self is he'd die for his family. but he won't say it outright.#and in fact hates being called out on it/makes excuses for it.#you see where i'm going with this. they pretend to be. yk. something they're not.#but around greg HES SO EXPLOSIVE and SO AFFECTIONATE and so PLAYFUL. like i said. he's like a schoolboy.#we get glimpses of that with shiv but she doesn't seem to like it so he learns to repress it.#when greg refused his little wrestle to the ground [by the way. ok gayass] he got snippy and took it as a rejection.#but it won't stop him from continuing to be himself around greg bc there's something about him i guess.#like obviously i'm trying really hard to think rationally about this bc i don't know if i can trust the writers with something like this.#and i'm getting conflicting thoughts and feelings and ideas from stuff i've seen about season 4.#but like. yeah. i don't know. it's interesting to me. this scene was interesting to me.#i'm not gonna cap the whole tom going koo koo bananas bc well he flipped a desk and beat his chest unga bunga. but. yeah.#ALSO GREG ASKNG ''IS IT REAL'' BEFORE TOM KISSES HIM GOD SEND THE FLOOD#DONT FUCKING DO THAT#anYWYA IM GOING MY BLOOD PRESSURE IS RISING little lord fuckleroy has left the call#txt#SORRY SORRY ALSO tom calling them the waystar two hAHHhhhhhfdne wowowoewoewd what is he your fucking boywife. fuck outta here
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gender-euphowrya · 2 months
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it really fucks me up how fiction isn't allowed to just end anymore like. creators will tell a full story that has a clear definite ending and instead of being like ''wow great story !'' it's all ''make a sequel ! a prequel ! an epilogue ! a spin-off ! dlc !"
like maybe move on
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a-drama-addict · 1 year
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tiny man appreciation hours
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inchidentally · 5 months
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did he tell us this part of his itinerary during stream I can’t remember ??
straya is huuuuge and I’m seeing ppl say it’s closer to where Daniel is than Oscar but I have no clue where Daniel lives lol
I’m by nature super cautious so I’m gonna assume this isn’t going to turn out to be anything F1 related but ty Lando for at least providing us entertainment during the winter break !!
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for the 1-3 word scarian prompt game
@apollo-the-story-teller this prompt gave me brainworms /pos so here have some eldritch!grian and understated scarian :]
tw: emeto, unreality, scopophobia, slight body horror
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Scar wakes in increments; awareness drifting to the surface in slow, rippling arcs, circling around some unseen central point. It coaxes him back to consciousness, poking and prodding his mind until the sleep-muddled haze finally parts, and Scar is left with the stark, raw weight of eyes– a dozen, two dozen, a hundred, thousands of eyes– boring into him.
The heaviness is purely metaphorical, of course– no real definition except in the way his skin prickles, the fine hairs at his nape standing on end. Gut shuddering, roiling, at the gelatinous pall hanging in whatever passes for air here in this nothing-place. Nausea digs thick claws into his stomach; the Watching, the Understanding, sends bile creeping up his throat– if he vomits enough, over and over until his guts litter the floor in thick, wet stripes, will that break the interest? Hollow him out until nothing to understand remains?
Scar grits his teeth, throwing an elbow over his eyes. When the pressure doesn't abate, he forces trembling muscles into motion, spine creaking with the effort of sitting upright, fingers grasping empty, yet solid, air.
When he risks cracking open an eyelid, all that meets him are fractals.
Scar's yelp tears out of him, high-pitched and reverberating. His eyes slam shut again, but damage has already been done– the prickling under his skin crescendos, cresting over him in a stinging wave as if millions of tiny wasps are attacking him at once. Lightning lances through his temple, morphing into a sharp, throbbing ache that wraps his skull in a vice. Violent spots bloom behind his eyelids, blinking in and out of focus.
"Grian," Scar chokes, because it strikes him, now, where they are– what Grian is and what he's had to do– "Grian, help–"
As if sliced away, the sensations vanish– so swift he reels in place, fumbling for purchase in this keen sliver of void. The spots, however, continue to dance– eyes unfolding from countless colors, Watching and Watching and–
Scar slaps a hand over his shut eyes, keeping them shielded. Croaks out, voice rusty and tremulous: "Hi, Grian."
A discordant, sing-song warble answers him. Scar flinches on instinct; every sound here is a jagged kaleidoscope, every echo shredding at his eardrums. After a moment, it reforms– softer than anticipated, the shape of a name scorching through his mind, accompanied by millions of thrumming strings.
S̸̠͍̔̀̕ċ̴̞̄a̸̝̓̈́r̵̯̍́ͅ.̷͇̓͂
Scar's lips crook in a weak smile. His tongue is thick, clumsy in his mouth– but Grian is trying, and that merits trying in turn. "Um. Any change?"
A low, mournful wail, scraping the inside of his ribcage with its vibrations.
"Gonna take that as a no."
Clarity is a diamond sword, honed and unforgiving; Scar shudders beneath its razor-edge. Wraps his arms around himself, grounding, squeezing– he's still here. Still solid, a scramble of code and data pinned under Grian's torturous, unavoidable Watching.
What would happen, if Grian were to look away? Would his code unravel, lost to the void's hungry jaws?
If the high-pitched whine snaking through his ears is anything to go by, the answer might be yes.
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mirokata · 6 months
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brainrot brain decided to use the picrew from the tag game to try and make aziraphale and crowley the moment I saw the wings
had to give azi a skirt moment and crowley a lil bow like nanny ashtoreth (we’ll pretend it’s red)
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