#red scare dead scare

[babylon-crashing]

Roy Cohn's wacky shenanigans with the ... Chamber of Chills "I have irrefutable proof that mummies have infiltrated the State Department and other federal agencies." J. McCarthy 8 out of 10 Mad Scientists Agree! as endorsed by J. Edgar Hoover Obey the Comic Code Authority, puny Earthlings.

#roy cohn #j edgar hoover #humor #mummies #red scare dead scare #reblog

[bastardenjoyer]

something something blind man cassidy's riddles

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #rdr2 fanart #red dead redemption #rdr #dutch rdr2 #cw eyestrain #rdr1 dutch scares me #alek's art #omni man if you blink lmao

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny and the Fan Blog part 2

Danny is trying to get a picture from the Gotham Bridge of its sister city, Bludhaven. He has dropped his invisibly, sure that being on the edge of a dangerous out-of-the-way ledge will keep unwanted mugging away.

He had flown down to the bottom metal part of the arch right smack in the middle- still far from the water but lower than where the cars and people were.

He sinks to his knees, hoping the bridge's light can get his shadow against the waves for an epic piece. Danny aims his lens, adjusting the focus again, and then presses the button.

At the exact moment, he does, a boat out rushes from underneath the arch of the bridge, and a body flings itself off the bridge's edge above him. The person twists masterfully midair, landing on the boat's deck with a soft thump and not a wasted movement.

Danny's mouth drops open, watching the boot disappear into the horizon before scrambling to see the photo.

It's gorgeous.

The water is highlighted by the golden glow of the street lanterns, and they bounce off the sleek black boat, with the skyscrapers of Bludhaven painting the perfect drop back. But what ties the picture together is Red Robin mid-fall, half twisted and arms above his head that its hard to tell if hes a fallen angel or a rising one.

He's got a half smile on his face, black hair blowing in the wind and Danny breath catches.

It's the best picture he's ever taken.

He stares at the screen of his camera, wondering how he could have been so lucky to have captured the perfect moment. Danny won't even have to do too much editing. It's ready to be posted right now.

He was so excited to share it that Danny abandoned his place, turning invisible and flying back to his apartment. He arrives to find Jazz working on her homework on the kitchen table, but her hand rests on a ghost gun until he drops his powers and becomes invisible.

Her face lights up at once, and her hand lifts from her weapon. "Danny! How was the photos tonight?"

"Only got one." He admits, sprinting forward to show her, "But look at which one!"

He brings up the image from the memory card, displaying it proudly. Jazz mouth slacks. "Woah, Danny, that's amazing! He looks so good in it! How on earth did you manage to get this?"

"Luck, really." He grins, reaching for a plate with apple slices and peanut butter that Jazz likely set out for him. It is his favorite snake.. "I was at the right place at the right time."

"And where exactly was this place?" He winces at the tone, he knows she doesn't like him taking too many risks, but it's not like he's in any real danger. Even the Meta collars that canceled people's powers would never work on him. Danny is a ghost, and no one has the technology for that unless someone finally starts taking his parents seriously.

Vlad has been fine since Jazz convinced him to see a therapist. He is currently in the ghost zone at some mental hospital retreat that has been doing wonders for him. They visit whenever chance they get.

"I may have been under the Gotham Bridge."

"Trigate Bridge or Brown Bridge?"

"There is more then one bridge?"

"Danny," Jazz sighs. "There are four bridges."

Danny shrugs, taking a bit from his snack, and starts his laptop. He's sending the photo onto his blog from his camera, watching the photo download with anticipation. "I don't know Jazz. I ignore stuff like that."

"Well, maybe you should. You have yet to learn how important it is to pay attention to the things around you in this city. Danger is around every corner. Just this afternoon, someone tried to steal my phone!"

Danny's head jerks up. "They what?"

"I know! I was just minding my business reading a fascinating article on child development in the tablet era when some thug walked right up to me with a gun. I would have handled it trust me, his stance was pathetic at best, but Red Hood came to my rescue." Here Jazz's face reddness and Danny has a moment to wonder if he could take Red Hood in a fight. Maybe. He's sure he would win but it would be a close call.

He would do it, too, anything to keep no good punks away from his sister.

Jazz sees the face his making and rolls her eyes. "What? I'm allowed to drool over boys every once in a while. Just like you do."

"I do not droll!" Danny shouts offended.

Jazz gestures to the laptop screen, uploading the photo onto his blog. "Sure. And you just happen to stare at Red Robin's photos for the artistic application."

"I-I do! I took them!" Danny shutters, watching his sister's face break into a teasing smile. He feels his own lips pull upwards against his will and suddenly, they are laughing. It's strange, how at ease they both feel here.

They were never this carefree back at their parent's home. The realization makes Danny feel slightly guilty for noticing- because it wasn't like his parents didn't love him- but there was always tension at home. Even before the accident, he knows now that it wasn't healthy.

Jazz must have felt the change too, because before while she was racing towards adulthood- always strung so tight and nervous- she missed out on being a typical teen. Danny never had a chance to sit down with her and gush about boys, nor had she ever prioritized making friends.

Sure, Jazz was pretty, brilliant, and basically the pride of Casper High, but Danny never noticed she had no friends. She never hung out with people at the mall, she never got invited to go out, and she never texted funny memes to others back home.

In Amity, people knew of and respected her, but no one was close to Jazz. Maybe that's why she got so excited to be part of Team Phantom when she first found out.

Jazz Fenton may have been the intelligent sibling, but Danny Fenton was the social one, leaving her feeling crippling lonely while he had his two best friends.

He knows that now.

"Speaking about drolling over boys- how's Jason?" Danny teases just as Jazz's phone buzzes with a new message. The notification displays Jason's shy smile before Jazz yanks it protectively close to her face.

Jason Peter is someone Danny can approve of instead of that thug Red Hood. Jason and Jazz met at one of their classes at the beginning of the semester when Jazz was still unused to the city. She always went to class ten minutes before it started and read to pass the time instead of speaking to her college mates.

She had been reading Pride and Prejudice- one of the fancy covers kind Vlad had gotten her- and Jason had practically teleported to her table gushing about the artwork. Then, when he sat down, the two broke into a healthy debate about the characters.

Jazz admitted to him later that she was surprised by a man in a leather jacket with a white streak in his hair and multiple piercings in his ear having such in-depth character analysis of her beloved novel.

They've been hanging out ever since.

"He is fine, thank you." She huffs, typing a response to the text. Danny places his chin on his hand, smiling as her eyes soften. "He asked me to see a play this Friday. Or, well, he said he was going to one and wanted to know if I wanted to come along."

Danny perks up. "Like a date?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" Jazz nervously plays with her hair. "He made it sound like we were just hanging out. Do you think he meant it like a date?"

"It could be either way if he didn't clarify," Danny admits, then smiles to settle her sudden anxiety. She always doubted herself about spending time with people outside the family or Team Phantom. Doubts that were the result of her upbringing. "But why don't we go shopping tomorrow? Get you a nice dress, and I'll do your make-up. Once we're done, he'll wish it was a date!"

Jazz's smile may be wobbly, but it was there, and it was real. They chat more about the play and what she should wear. Danny forgoes any black, claiming it's too fancy for a first date, and trades ideas for her outfit.

Neither notices that the photo has finished uploading or that people are already commenting and losing their minds.

Nor did they notice a particular hacker with the handle- Oracle- attempting to break into his computer only to be booted out by Technus' system. It flings Oracle to the closest computer system that is close to his.

Somewhere deep underground under a particular mansion. Oracle panics, thinking that Phantom piggyback rides her signal to the cave and quickly shuts everything down. She bites her lip before picking up her personal phone and calling Bruce.

"We have a problem."

Else where Tim is helping Dick with an out-of-control gang. He isn't aware that a photo of him has just circulated through Gotham nor of the sudden new simps awaiting him.

(Lady Gotham laughs)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny and The Fan Blog #Part 2 #Dead tired #anger management #Danny is unware of anything always #Also he scared Babs into thinking he knows about the cave #He's just vibing with sister #Jason is unaware the pretty red head is part of the Blog

[rubydubydoo122]

Robin!Jason, Dying: Honestly, this isn't even the most traumatic thing that has happened to me.

The Joker: Excuse me? this is so traumatic. I'm about to blow you up.

Robin!Jason: I was homeless at 9, a pasty man with a crowbar isn't really that scary compared to the streets of crime alley

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #because lets be so fr #in the grand scheme of things #jason probably thinks his death was just annoyingh #it probably ranks number 7 on his list of traumatic events #I'm not minimizing his death #im just enhancing his other life experiences #he probably was really close to being murdered all the time on the streets #and was probably also almost trafficked #he found his mom dead #he's probably hates the cold more than he hates the Joker if we're being so fr #he probably is more scared of going hungry than he is of the Joker

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Phantom had just picked up a bouquet of roses from the flower shop. No real reason for it, it was just near Valentine's day and he thought he would treat himself cause why not?

Well, he got caught up in a rouge attack and thankfully managed to keep his invisibility throughout. His roses weren't so lucky as they went flying through the air and were caught by a boy around his age. One of the vigilantes who liked to run around Gotham.

It was while the guy was staring at the roses looking completely dumbfounded that Danny realized bird boy was kinda hot. With nothing better to do and unable to return to his home dimension and having wiped the memory of everything Ghost zone and Danny related from his friends and families minds, he had found himself with a lot of free time.

He actually makes it a game to just chunk flowers and chocolates and other gifts at Robin whenever he got the chance and remain unseen while doing it.

Damian is both frustrated and impressed. He has yet to so much as spot his admirer(?) throughout the past week or so of being pelted with objects. Grayson has been insufferable with his cooing and Drake has become strangely overprotective. His other siblings had rather lukewarm responses, Brown just asked to be kept up to date, Todd laughed and called him a "little Romeo" which Damian found insulting, Cain commented on the situation calling it "cute" and Thomas asked if he could have some of the candy.

Damian himself has grown rather fond of the person and the gifts. That is, until the gifts became more and more personalized.

The first time he caught a package containing the expensive brand of paints he had been running low on, he had dismissed it as a coincidence. Maybe his admirer had good taste or knowledge of art? Later he received a replacement grooming brush in the exact same brand, style and color as the one Alfred the cat had before it was broken two days ago in one of his siblings mishaps. These kinds of thing kept happening and Damian was content to ignore it.

The final straw came went he came out of his bathroom after a shower and found a note praising him for his artwork in unfamiliar handwriting laying innocently on his desk.

Not a single one of the traps in his room had been sprung. He refused to admit he was frightened as he grabbed the note and went to speak with the others.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #deadserious #dead serious #damian wayne #robin #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #red robin #danny could tell damian was impressed so he kept doing it #he doesnt realise hes scaring anyone #tw: stalking #tw: stalker

[charlioak]

my name is jack marston

#charli.png #red dead redemption #jack marston #rdr1 #fanart #digital art #rdr1 jack #i don't know how i got so attached to jack but i think it might have to do with gender #i love him so Very Much AND YAYYY i get to finally play as him in my playthrough but i am scared to do the edgar ross mission #anyways enjoy <3

[adobe-outdesign]

if I did this correctly this gif doesn’t loop

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #dhmis series #red guy #duck guy #bird guy #dont hug me im scared #outdesign posts things #outdesign attempts to gif #.gif #he's dead jim #greatest hits

[bimrsadler]

hello, i was wondering if you were down and vibing to do some tired and sleepy arthur sneaking into f!readers bed late late at night after being away from camp for a long time? ty!

Goodnight and Goodmorning

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 1,000

Warnings/tags: fluff, high honor Arthur, mutual pining, first kiss

Notes: I absolutely vibe with it! Since you didn’t specify I went ahead and just made it good ol’ fluff, if you had more in mind like smut (or if anyone wants a smutty part 2) feel free to let me know!

ETA: part 2 is here

Sleep didn’t come easy for you when Arthur was gone, not for lack of trying. Tossing and turning, the emptiness beside you and the constant worry of if he was safe kept rest at bay. You wondered if he was somewhere in the The Heartlands under the stars, worrying the same about you.

There was a mutual desire that hadn’t been spoken aloud. Arthur was surprisingly shy for a man of action, you found, and you didn’t want to push him because of this. It happened naturally in moments of solitude away from the others, around the fire when neither of you could sleep, on the outskirts of camp when you found excuses to run into each other. It became more with your head on his shoulder as you drifted off against a tree, his hands on yours as he taught you to shoot even though you already knew how.

Eventually you found your way to his bed on a cold night. Diverging to head to your own tents your gazes lingered and walking slowed; finally hinting to Arthur that there was no harm in wanting company. It was endearing to watch as he stammered a nervous, “I ’spose,” placing a gentle hand on the small of your back.

For a man who kept company at arms length most of the time, he held you close that night. Reassurance was needed before he felt comfortable of course, wanting to hear that you were okay with it multiple times over.

“Promise I won’t do anything untoward.” He must have said that and other iterations of it at least five times before you placed his arm around your waist yourself and confided how much you trusted him.

And it was true. Though Arthur was intimidating, angry and tough as nails; he always made you feel safe. You’d been around “gentlemen” who were perfect on paper but predators behind closed doors.

You’d been in the company of many lecherous and pushy men — some even in the gang, but Arthur? He would put them in their place and apologize to you with their blood on his knuckles.

You always missed his presence in camp but it was a far worse struggle now that you shared a connection.

Drifting in and out the time of night was indiscernible each time you briefly woke, the sound of chatter and guitar steadily replaced by crickets and the dying fire.

As the night wore on the familiar feeling of Arthur’s rugged hands on your bare shoulder roused a fluttering jolt in your stomach. It took his shifting weight behind you and warm chest against your back to convince you you weren’t dreaming.

Peering back the faint moonlight breaking through the canvas revealed Arthur gazing down at you with a grin. “M’sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“Was worried you weren’t coming back, big guy,” you murmured only half-joking, voice heavy with sleep.

“I’ll always come back darlin’, just hopefully a little sooner nex’time.” He pulled flush to him, “now try’n get some more sleep.”

“Gonna hold you to that,” you stretched underneath his bulky arms with a yawn.

The unexpected feeling of Arthur’s lips pressed gently to your temple made a warmth blossom in your chest, spreading to the rest of your pining body.

Slowly rolling over to be face to face you saw an anxious expression highlighted by bruises and cuts along Arthur’s cheekbones. “I missed ya sweetheart,” he admitted softly while rubbing his thumb delicately along your shoulder.

You inquired worryingly with a gesture towards his face, “what happened?”

“Eh, weren’t nothin’.” He shrugged, brushing it off as usual.

“Sure looks like something.” Propping yourself up on your elbows you reciprocated the comfort and allowed your lips to meet Arthur’s skin for the first time. Lightly wetting them you pressed gentle kisses to each bruise, his breath hitching before he let it out in one long, relieved sigh.

He looked at you with a reverence that was almost overwhelming, how a man as rough and wild as him could radiate such softness for you.

“Guess I needed that, thank you.”

“Maybe you need a proper one Mr. Morgan?”

“Huh?” Arthur’s eyes darted, not quite catching on as you smirked with anticipation. “A proper wh—oh!”

Blushing at the realization that you meant a proper kiss, he swallowed hard. “Well uh, if that’s somethin’ you wanna give me…I’d be a damned fool to say no.”

Brushing a lock of hair off his brow, you leaned in and parted you lips for his. Arthur met you the rest of the way and locked them tenderly, staying still together to savor the moment.

He moved back slightly to peer down at you for any sign of hesitation — finding none of course. Cupping the side of your head with his sizable hand he pulled you close for long, languid kisses, accentuated by his tongue gingerly meeting yours.

The moment was soft and sweet and everything you never thought you’d have with Arthur Morgan. The light whimpers with smiles in between, the ever so subtle urging of your hips wanting more but unsure of how far to take it. It could have easily been a dream you’d had in days past.

As Arthur slowed he pressed his forehead to yours with eyes closed, peaceful and unworried. “This is the only place I wanna be right now…”

Gently adjusting you to lay on your back, Arthur tucked the blankets around you before resting his head on your chest and draping his arm across your midsection.

“Let’s sleep darlin’, we’ll take our time in the mornin’ too…”

It was a gift to know Arthur was this comfortable with you. He wanted to talk to people, to let his guard down and be vulnerable. You were sure he wouldn’t admit it and hadn’t noticed that you had noticed, but it was clear as day in his quieter moments.

Whatever happened on whatever mission Dutch had sent him on, he was battered and tired. If Arthur made you feel safe then you could be his safe haven too.

Running your nails along the expanse of his back and broad shoulders, you watched his head rise and fall with your breaths as he drifted off. The warmth of his skin on yours meant you were sure to follow suit, relieved to have him back and looking forward to what the morning might bring.

#also I apologize for the lack of title #but I was too scared to edit it and find out the keep reading links were still breaking posts lol #arthur morgan #rdr2 #fluff #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfiction

[webshood]

despite being a "antihero/vigilante", Jason still gets nominated as villain of the year and depending on how much trouble he caused to Batman he actually gets the award, he is also invited to villain brunch and the villain water park day

#jason todd #red hood #dc comics #he's in the border and the rogues are afraid of excluding him #like what if the red hood gets upset about being left out and now ur dead #rogues of other cities don't even know he's not a “villain” anymore so they don't know why gotham rogues tip-toe around the guy so much #and it only serves to boost Red Hood's reputation as a villain that even villains are scared of

[river-of-wine]

Can I say something. I think that a lot of the time the discussions about Dutch and Hosea often diminish Hosea’s actual character and importance in the story as his own person with his own personality, motivations and role in the narrative of the game

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #hosea matthews #I’m not saying any more because I’m scared #hosea exists beyond dutch #and beyond whatever you perceive their relationship to be #which I have my own feelings about but I’m a little afraid to talk about them #I’m with my lovely dearest hosea friend and we’re talking about him :) hi I love you

[blanche-elizabeth-devereaux]

modern Kieran would hear his email notification ding and immediately start to hyperventilate.

#kieran duffy #rdr2 #scared rabbit energy #red dead redemption 2 #modern au headcanons

[ruben-the-cowboy]

The fact that John was the same age as Jack in the Epilogue when he was about to be hanged for his crimes.. (12 years old)

Yes, this is in fact what I’m thinking about

(I also think his efforts are overlooked because he struggles with creating a stable environment for Jack when his wasn’t always stable)

(Anyways, crying in the club over baby John crying in fear on the gallows in 1885)

#I always think about the fact that we know how mature Jack is in the epilogue #which really he isn’t very mature at all (as to be expected from a 12 year old) #but we all know that John and Jack are very similar based on Jack’s personality in the epilogue of RDR1 #so we can assume that John was very similar in temperament as Jack is in 1907 #so I can always imagine john (being Jack’s age) scared for his life on those gallows #it makes me emotional that’s it #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #john marston #jack marston

[proudace]

I think it would be hilarious if random Gotham citizens heard snippets of Jason and Bruce’s fights

Like, someone’s just walking out a building, maybe the end of their shift or whatever, and just hears

“You want me to be a dumbass so bad! I read Jane Austin!” And the rest is muffled by wind

They look up, catch a glimpse of shiny red and the cowl’s ears, and are left wondering whether the criminal gang leader, or the personification of Gotham’s vengeance read Jane Austin in their spare time

#Batman’s voice isn’t all that well known at this point in time #he never publicly speaks for the justice league #and obviously the Red Hood’s voice isn’t known #anyone who hears it is either dead or too scared of him to describe it #plus they could both have voice modulators #batman #red hood #dc comics #dc #batfam shenanigans

[arthursfuckinghat]

The way I nearly shit myself

#I had to do a genuine double take #I knew it I knew it I knew someone was WATCHING ME I felt it #HE'S WATCHING US #THE MAN #AHHHH #I'm scared #“then why would you remember me friend?” #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #mick vids #john marston #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 spoilers

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Okay, what if we combine the "Danny is Bruces bio child he didn't know about" with "Danny is dating Tims clone that Tim didn't know about" and "Danny now lives in the IR after shenanigans happen that prevent him from living in his home dimension"

So, Bruce nearly has a heart attack from finding out he has another bio son out there, Tim freaks out about having a clone and being a father, they both have simultaneous heart attacks after they learn they were dating eachother and have to sit down.

Half the family is practically having aneurysms over these kids and the other half is making fun of the fist half. Then they start learning about Dannys crappy childhood and whatever fresh hell the clone went through and suddenly they're not laughing anymore.

Danny at some point yells "You're not my dad!" to Bruce and the bats comfort him in thier own ways

Featuring: Danny renouncing his humanity and staying in his ghost form 24/7 which is suuuuper unhealthy, clone Tim being clingy, gratuitous handholding, Danny and Tim Jr being cute as f, arson, those last two not being mutually exclusive, Danny and Tim Jr exploring ghost cities, accidentally triggering Jason's ptsd, clown murder, cornhobbling, the whole bat family trying to adopt a pair of children who don't want to be adopted and are living out a romance novel in the most dramatic explody way possible, and so much more :D

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #brain dead #kinda #but not realy #batman #tim drake #red robin #yum #robin #btw when i wrote the aneurysms bit my nose suddenly started bleeding like a facet and scared the daylight outta me #this onez ganna be chaotic but im too tired to explain

[miss-daisy-the-wildflower]

I've seen it a few times and seen it succeed like twice. So here's my call out to myself.

Get this to 5k likes/interactions by March 31st and I'll release my Jason Todd story on wattpad and get an ao3 Marauders fic going.

(Only got like 60 followers so let's see how this goes)

#marauders #dead gay wizards #hp #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #wolfstar #lily evans #remus x sirius #sirius black #dc titans #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #jason todd #red hood #oc x oc #character x oc #honestly i have it all written #I just am so scared to post anything