#sorry it took me a while!

[raidred]

[ @marriageproposallola liked for a starter ]

" Your obsession with matrimony seems to be a learned behavior, with full-offense intended; unlearn it. "

#˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー ic . #marriageproposallola #sorry it took me a while! #i hope it's alright!

[bonefall]

🌅 sunset

🌅Sunset - Favourite and least favourite book cover

Favorite

Starlight. It's not even my favorite book but LOOOOOK

THE COLORSSS. I don't CARE if it's not very indicative of what happens in the book there are BRIGHT COLORS and SHINY SPARKLES and that's ALL I've ever cared about. Bury me with a copy of this book. I hope my tombstone is colored like this.

This is why I try to own copies of the books with the Wayne art. I miss this man's stuff so much. Inspiring stuff.

Least Favorite

Sneef's Snorfing hardcover reprint

It's really hard to choose honestly, so many are so bad. Special shoutout to the yassified girl cats on all the modern reprints-- but I think these "cat tried to unlock your phone" covers are the absolute worse.

like... at what point of this artist painting the shiny lip and eye goobers of this ugly ass cat did they start regretting their life choices? During, or after?

#Sorry it took me a while! #I was trying to finish an assignment but it's too late at this point and I'll eat the little point deduction for a late submission

[amyinnile]

|| Lucie & Amy ||

Waiting for her newly acquired friend and fellow siren at a table in the Blue Frog Café for a sweet brunch, Amy felt kind of anxious to hear Lucie's thoughts and impressions after yesterday. She had had Lucie over for a family lunch around Sunday noon, when Baxters usually gathered at Amy’s parents’ home in as high of a number as each of their individual schedules could allow. The Baxter family was large and growing, the many siblings and some even having families of their own now still maintained the tradition of having lunch together on at least every second Sunday, or whenever they could. Most of the time the Baxter mother and father hosted this but on occasion, Amy as the eldest daughter in the family did it in their stead, especially now when they were elderly and needed a helping hand either way. It was rare that Amy missed these occasions, as even if she wasn’t always hosting them, she was at her parents’ home since morning to help with the preparations.

It wasn’t the first time that anyone brought an outsider over - and by outsider, this meant and ranged from friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, significant others, coworkers and other forms of acquaintances deemed worthy to witness what it was like to be in the midst of Baxter family chaos. Which was more wholesome than chaotic really, especially when Tony dropped by. Looking up, she noticed her friend approaching and waved her over, putting down her drink so she could greet her with a smile of coral red lips.

@lucieblack

#::AmyxLucie #I hope this is alright! #sorry it took me a while!

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

I wish you would write a fic where... Brian defends Roger either to journalists, other musicians, friends etc. Could be any reason (looking like a girl, being loud, drinking too much, bad review).

Anon, you had me stumped for a bit because even though I know Roger's copped a lot of shit unfairly over the years, I couldn't pin down a what, who or why for Brian to respond to.

But then this popped into my head this morning.

Brian, in a gigging pub, after wowing the audience, is approached on his way to the bar by a guy in double denim that someone in another band pointed out was a scout for a label.

The guy: The name's Geoff, I work for Reactionary Records, you might have heard of us. *passes his card over*

Brian hadn't heard of them at all. Brian smiled and nodded anyway.

Brian: Oh, yes! Yes,

The Guy: I liked what I heard up there. By far the most proffessional student band I've watched, and if that's what you can do with a small stage like that, I can see amazing things in better places.

Brian, genuinely appreciative: Wow. Thank you!

The Guy: Where are the rest of you, by the way?

Brian: Er, the rhthym section are still getting changed, Freddie, our lead singer is around somewhere. I'm just getting us our drinks

The Guy: Great great. Yeah.... see the thing is, I wouldn't like to say this in front of her, but as much as I liked what I saw and heard... this chick on drum things, if you came with us, it's not gonna work

Brian: ... Sorry?

The Guy: I know. It's all about equal opportunities these days, and I'm not saying she's bad, in fact the harmonies are a nice touch, but if you came with us, we... we like things to be simple at Reactionary.

Brian: ... right....

The Guy: And we can promote guys to girls, and we can promote girls to guys... but promoting mix sex bands gets complete complicatario, do you know what I'm saying.... sorry what is your name again?

Brian: Brian... I... *confused* I'm sorry, you've lost me. Girl? Er... Have you got the right band?

The Guy: No other band had a tall fella like you, trust me i've got the right band. I'm talking about the chick on drums. With the long blonde hair. Face like an angel.

Brian: ... Roger?

The Guy, reeling back: ... Roger?

Brian: Roger Taylor, our drummer?

The Guy: Your girl drummer is called Roger?

Brian: No our boy drummer- Our man drummer, male, is called Roger. He's a man.

The Guy: Oh.... really?

Brian: Yes!

The Guy: Oh. Oh no that won't do either. No.

Brian, getting more exasperated by this man: Sorry!?

The Guy: We'll have to work on him... are you sure he's a-

Brian, who has seen some things he didn't want to during their flat sharing and hotel room sharing moments: Yes.

The Guy: No. No no no. What sort of- I mean, we get the glamrock, that's very -In- right now. But... His shoes... His shoes were pink.

Brian: Yes

The Guy: Long blonde hair, pink shoes, face like an angel... do you see what the problem is?

Brian: No. *finally losing his patience* I do not see what the problem is.

The Guy: ... We can't promote girls, and he looks like a girl, is what I'm getting at here, Brian. It would distract from the music. The message.

Brian: The message would be our music is great, and we only have great music becauseRoger is our amazing drummer, who can sing and play at the same time and hit high falsettos. Other bands have to use studio trickery to acheive all of that. And he happens to have a wonderful fashion sense. More than the rest of us put together. The girls absolutely go crackers for him. And some of the guys. Look at them all waiting for him! *gestures to the gaggle of fans still waiting by the door to the back area* And I'm sorry but your comment about girls is ridiculous anyway! Judy Carpenter's a great drummer. And The Mamas and The Papas are mixed sex. And what about The Seekers or Fleetwood Mac? You couldn't promote them!?

The Guy: With all due respect, none of them are with Reactionary Records. They have a completely different market than we attain to.

Brian: All the better for them. Excuse me, this conversation is over.

The Guy: That might just be a big mistake there, Brian. There are other drummers out there, ones that fit-

Brian: There might be, but not as good as Roger, who fits in with us just fine. We're all glamrockers, sp if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with all of us. He's my best friend, and not just that, his talent is worth any record deal you could throw at us. I'd rather see us destitute and than ditch him for someone else just for approval of some label we've never even heard of!

The Guy, big shrug gesture: If that's how it is

Brian: Yeah, that's how it is.

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Roger: I heard a funny story earlier

Brian, warily: Yes?

Roger: You got into it with a scout from a record label

Brian sighs: Yes. You can't get mad at me over it, he wanted you out

Roger: Oh no, no i'm not mad. Thank you. I'm touched that i'm worth so much. Really.

Brian: Right...

Roger: Just one small detail I wanted to bring up with you

Brian, warily again: What?

Roger, suddenly grinning: A wonderful fashion sense? You always tell me I look like I can't dress myself!

Brian: Yes. Well. The two aren't mutually exclusive...

Roger: Admit it, you wish you could pull these clothes off as well as I do.

Brian: Mhmmhmm

Roger: You can't ever make any mean comment about my pink shoes ever again

Brian: .... no I suppose I can't...

#Ask ficlet #I hope that's okay #The I wish you would write game #Sorry it took me a while! #Maylor if you squint #And yes that line is deliberately slashy

[goldenchildminmin]

|| Uriel & Minho ||

Completely unbeknownst to Minho, a little humming tune escaped him as he stood about, waiting for his team to pack up the set for the photoshoot they just did under the rows of magnolia trees. His part of the job of being the model for the photoshoot was done, so he was pretty much useless and they’ve given him a venti cup of his favorite Starbucks order and a box of mini glazed donuts to entertain himself with while the team cleared everything up until they were ready to go. Which was enough, Minho was very easily entertained by yummy sweet stuff to eat and drink. 

It was a sunny day but still not warm enough for short sleeves, which he wore for the photoshoot, so he had had a light jacked shrugged over his shoulders and was currently admiring the lovely magnolia blossoms in full bloom, craning his neck up as he took humming sips off the straw in his cup. The team had taken up some space on the side of the walkway and occupied a few picnic benches as well so there had been someone to kindly direct people away from the spot until they were done, but now that they were, it was easier to pass through rather than go around them. Minho looked away from the tree tops as he noticed someone trying to pass by, perhaps confused by the commotion. 

“Goodness gracious, many apologies! We are almost done, sorry for the trouble and the crowd!” He said to the person as he stepped between them and the crew who were carrying lighting and some set props to toss into a van, so that the unsuspecting passerby wouldn’t accidentally bump into something and hurt themselves. “Care for a donut? Look how tiny they are, bite-sized” He offered with a giggle, smiling brightly at them.

@urielfaulkner

#::MinhoxUriel #sorry it took me a while! #I hope this is okay!

[magicvet]

|| Layne & Corey ||

Naturally Corey was thrilled to hear that Layne had decided to move back to town. Of course he had always understood her need to move out of Greywood, having her little girl’s safety in mind, but bottom line was that Greywood was also where family was and Corey firmly believed that there was nothing a person could not overcome with their family to back them up. So although he would always be concerned for any of the Baudelaire kids as if they were his own and would want nothing less for them than to be safe and happy and following their heart, a part of Corey which he’d considered very selfish was happy to have his ‘niece’ back where she belonged - with her family. After all, who could take care of each other better than family members and although having a sudden bout of impostor syndrome every now and then, Corey had long considered all of his friend’s children family.

Driving his gray Honda Civic to where Layne had settled down again, he was ready to do a round of babysitting little Addie for a few hours to give Layne some time to go about her business and manage settling in. Naturally, he could not come in empty handed, so he’d brought some homemade baby food the little girl could gobble up, a brand new blankie one of his older coworkers at the clinic had knitted herself a long time ago, and a few other little gifts his colleagues, friends and his own family had not yet managed to give to Layne and had thus left them with him to pass on when she’s back. Very belated but nevertheless from the heart. It wasn’t anything big or much so he managed to get it all inside as soon as Layne had opened the door.

“Layne girl, it’s so good to have you back, I am so very happy.” He said, right off the door, putting everything down on the floor for now so he could draw the young woman in for a good, long, warm hug.

@laynexbaudelaire

#::CoreyxLayne #I hope this is okay! #sorry it took me a while!

[stil-lindigo]

scorched earth.

a comic about a princess who died in a fire.

(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)

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creative notes:

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all my other comics

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#cw: blood #cw: beheading #cw:death #cw: gore #cw: burning alive #so nice of ash to have prepared a barbequed buffet ready for snow when she arrives #if it wasn't made clear enough ash did die in that fire #she just did it while taking down as many people as she could in the process. and now shes a smoke monster #and yes. the fire powers do imply she's not quite human. but shes human enough to fall in love and die and thats enough. #im sorry this comic took me so long. i had about a week where i was very depressed and nothing got done. #thank you for your patience #and as always #thank you for reading #comic art #sapphic art #lgbt #horror #somehow not as scary as snow but ash is still fearsome in her own way #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics

[malika-carnelian]

Hi there! Love your blog! Big TFP fan too!

Do you have or know any more blogs you would recommend that I can follow for more tfp work and art too?

Much love x

Mun speaks here: THAAAAAANK you so much! I'm glad that someone loves my blog! As well as having more TFP fans around <3

I do have and know some blogs that constantly draw TFP characters, TFP related style of things and TF in general, but sometimes they happen to draw also other stuff, or certain ships

As for my own love and tastes, I reccomend following these artists! @dataglitch @scoutology @temporaryrobobrainrot @blue-inferno @kittycookiesuwu @tokiwaakebi And for my own sanity, from now on whenever I have the possibility to post art about TFP (or TF in general) aside random animation stuff, my art page is @nana-ya91! Saying this just in case, since this is, for me, an rp blog. (aside sharing other arts)

#anon ask #mun speaks #sorry it took me a while! #ooc #artist promo

[theladyeowyn]

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

requested by @the-mawp

#lotredit #tolkienedit #the lord of the rings #tlotrgifs #lord of the rings #lotr #* #thank you for the request! sorry it took me quite a while; most of it was just narrowing down what moments to use #injury tw #faramir looks too clean & put-together in his sad moments and even in his 'about to be burned alive' ones so arrows it is :P #('then what about arwen?' well she's just Like That)

[shmaroace]

don't get me wrong, i love all the positivity around being aro, like "be proud of being aro!! love who you are!!", but we never talk about how hard it is to reach that spot. so here's to the aros who are still trying to understand themselves, who aren't proud of who they are yet, who are still coming to terms with their new identity.

#i was in serious denial about being aro for a long time like i knew the label and knew it fit but i refused to use it for several months #even after that point it took a while for me to be comfortable with the label or saying it #and this is not a bad thing!! being aro basically requires you to undo all the societal brainwashing you grew up with #and there is so much arophobia that it's hard to find positivity #i got lucky w/ this blog and the people i follow but i know i had a hard time being as proud of myself and my queerness as i am now #this doesn't even really have to be an aro statement like i think it could fit most queer experiences #sorry for the long tags haha #aro #aromantic #arospec #aromanticism #aro pride #aro positivity #aroace #aspec #1k #5k #6k #7k

[soosoosoup]

Fluffy rearing

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy #trolls branch #broppy #trolls fanart #why are they rearing moths? #really wanted to put them in fuzzy outfits and couldnt help but think about fluffy moths #for poppy of course the rosy maple moth #for Branch the inspo was based off of the polyphemus moth but did my own spin on the design (haha at this point it's an entirely new kind) #just with the same size and caterpillar form #i took some liberties with both moth desgins tbh though haha #it was fun to design them #was very delighted to find out how the poly is one of the biggest while the rosy is the smallest (silk moth wise) #moths #please let me know if this needs any tw/cw for bugs #Im really sorry for such a long wait #it has been a very long week… #my art <3 #excuse the messiness

[localapparently]

/ orv epilogue + sp identity spoilers , cw blood

!! Please do NOT reupload my comics / works anywhere !!

(Read right to left)

#i wrote this feverishly thinking about how much my big sister meant to me #no alt text #<- very sorry #this took me a full week of working til 5am... coughs up blood.. i just wanted to finish this no matter what.. #fun fact i was struck by inspiration at night to script this comic and so i pulled out my phone to type out the idea #and while typing it out i made myself cry . pathetically curled up on my bed in the dark at like 2am or something. #orv #omniscient readers viewpoint #omniscient reader #omniscient reader fanart #orv fanart #orv spoilers #yoo joonghyuk #yjh #secretive plotter #yoo mia #crit's art: orv

[jabesa0]

🍒🍓🥭🍋🥝🫐✨

#obey me #mammon obey me #obey me shall we date #obm #obey me mammon #mammon #obey me fanart #obm mammon #ohhhh this one took a while #sorry familia #but ohh it’s done now Godbless #oh to have a little cafe date with mammon #❤️❤️❤️

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

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There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

#pondhead blurbs #danny phantom #dpxdc #reveal gone right au #ghost king au #for plot reasons #it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life #lots of heroes would still be around then #but this is me pushing the halfa!jason todd narrative work with me here he deserves the fun #deadman is there too #and he's just thriving honestly. it's so nice to be around his own kind even if the world is ending #maybe ellie is whooshed away too cause she never technically died but she took up danny's moniker when he was crowned #vlad is ecstatic cause danny put him in charge of several states while they looked for clues including Wisconsin #skulker is replacing superman and just has a shitty S painted on his chest and just eats kryptonite like candy the first time he meets Lex #Kitty and Johnny take over in gotham and sam is now the new wonder woman #idk man just stupid stuff like this #the press is flabbergasted cause the fucking KING OF GHOSTS just showed up and he's 14 and just looking for some friends #Danny: hey guys sorry about the zombies and fire i'm just here to find my coworker and lil sister and maybe the other heroes #Danny: in the meantime i'll just let my army into the mortal realm to defend it while we figure out what's going on pls don't yell at us :) #the press: how do we explain this to the justice league when they come back. how do we explain that earth was saved by a 14 year old boy- #also idk which heroes are technically dead but are still kicking so if you feel like someone deserves liminal status slap it on them idc #some villains are trying for world dominance and some are just trying to find their buddies. their fight buds. where'd they go? :( #joker gets bitch slapped by a skeleton two days in and waylon becomes bffs with wulf #danny uses the watchtower as a base of operations and it's the only thing he doesn't want to give up when the heroes are back #i have no plot ideas beyond this #i just want everyone to be baffled that an army of the dead showed up while they were gone and just made sure everything stayed cool #later danny realizes he was technically the ruler of the world for a bit since his people were everywhere keeping the villains in check

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 3)

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Tw: Vivisection mention, torture mention (GiW agent receiving), me not actually knowing how telegram works

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually.

(Pt. 1 here) (Pt. 2 here) - (Pt. 4 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It’s an average, ordinary afternoon in Gotham, and Jason is in hell.

Specifically, Jason is in hell because he’s been researching the GiW for the last week or so, ever since a cryptic message from Scarecrow of all people.

He still hasn’t gotten anything substantial out of it that Scarecrow hadn’t already provided. Most location data had been previously scrubbed from the database, weaponry details were apparently all stored physically, and the experiment logs seemed to be only accessible from within one of the bases, whose locations Jason did not have.

Apparently Babs and Tim were having similar issues with gathering information. He had sent a copy of the files over to them in a moment of weakness, but they were having the exact same results as him.

To make things worse, the GiW was more active than they had been previously, combing through Crime Alley and the rest of Gotham tirelessly. At least they weren’t harassing him anymore, he thought, but now he had even less of a clue what they wanted.

And to top it all off, the Joker had escaped Arkham a few days prior to Jason receiving Scarecrow’s note, and he still hadn’t done anything. That could only mean that he was planning something big, which meant more grief for Jason, because the clown was obsessed with him.

So yes, Jason wasn’t having the best week.

He got up from his computer, stretched, and walked over to the window.

The sky was Gotham’s usual grey, clouded with a toxic miasma made up of traditional pollutants and the aftermath of gas attacks both, which could generously be called ‘smog.’

The streets seemed busier than usual, or maybe that was just because Jason was having a hard time keeping his eyes focused.

With blurry vision and a dull ache in the back of his head, Jason paced through his apartment, going through everything he knew.

The GiW, or Ghost Investigation Ward, were part of a secret government project having to do with ‘ecto-entities,’ which were mostly made up of ghosts.

The GiW was able to kidnap and steal away anyone who was ‘ecto-contaminated’ to be dissected, and it was completely legal.

According to the non-censored patrol reports he was given, Jason himself was considered ecto-contaminated. So were Bruce, Damian, Steph, and Cass.

There were also several rogues that were in the same boat, but their names had been redacted, presumably by Scarecrow. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he guessed it was either for leverage or privacy. Knowing Crane, it could be both.

Anything useful about the GiW seemed to be stored physically within their compounds, or on an operating system that couldn’t be accessed outside of certain areas.

Anything useful about ghosts was conveniently removed by Scarecrow.

And, lastly, he knew from capture logs that they had numerous captive ghosts which were definitely being experimented on. One of these ghosts was named Daniel, last name redacted, and had been turned over by his parents in return for allowing them to run their own experiments on the boy.

From what he could tell, it had been around fifty two days since he had been turned in.

Fifty two days of experimentation and dissection.

Jason had to find him.

But first, he had to find the locations of the GiW bases, and plan his entrance carefully. He couldn’t let them get away because of a simple mistake.

The only location data he had been able to find was on a picture of the boy, Daniel, a picture of a vigilante in a red suit, and a quick note left about Daniel which hadn’t been transferred into the main database.

The note was…

Jason had been around crime for a very, very long time. He understood it intimately, in a way most people would never hope to achieve.

He understood hatred, too.

And yet, the words in that note were almost incomprehensible to him.

They were mockery of a child in pain. A child that was not seen as human. A child that was seen as a threat, a monster.

The man had detailed the security surrounding the child being cut back. Apparently, the kid had some sort of sonic scream. They were removing the muzzle that inhibited it because he had screamed himself hoarse, and he couldn’t make a sound anymore.

He also mentioned that the kid was cut open at least once a day, sometimes multiple times. He was opened up, played with, and sewn back shut.

The man joked that they should just put a zipper on him, so they wouldn’t keep wasting their stitches.

Jason really, really wanted to kill that guy.

The metadata on the note traced back to a newly-bought building in Gotham’s financial district, while the photos both came from Amity Park, Illinois.

Amity Park, Illinois did not exist in any official capacity.

Tim, who had taken the Batplane to check the precise location listed in the metadata, had reported that there was a town there after all, and it was on complete media lockdown from the rest of the world. He hadn’t even been able to use Bat, Justice League, or Teen Titans channels to message anyone outside of the city until he left.

Jason had checked the building in the financial district firsthand, and found that the man who had submitted the note had done so while resting on a patrol of the city. He seemed to go there often to avoid his superiors, and Jason found it easy enough to get the drop on him the third time around.

His advanced interrogation techniques hadn’t been enough to get the man to name any locations. Worse, the man definitely recognized Red Hood, and would definitely tell the rest of the GiW about what had happened as soon as he left.

So, Jason did something about that. He couldn’t kill him, unfortunately, so he did the next best thing.

The GiW sent him to a public hospital within a few hours of finding him with shattered hand bones, broken arms, and a throat with near-permanent damage. The man wouldn’t be able to speak for a month at least.

He might never write again.

Jason, having read the note over and over until the words stained the backs of his eyes, thought it was the least he deserved.

Jason sighed, stopping his pacing. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this. If anything, working himself up was only going to lower the chances of him magically coming to a realization about where the kid was or what in the hell was going on.

He walked into the kitchen, popped some leftovers into the microwave, and started them up.

Once they were done, he brought them out to his desk, intending to eat as he continued to work on the GiW case.

When he saw his screen, he froze.

Telegram had been opened to a new chat with someone he had never messaged before.

TooFine: who are you?

TooFine: why are you looking into the giw?

The messages were a couple of minutes old, probably sent while Jason was spiraling pacing. He just stared at the screen, dumbstruck.

Shakily, he responded.

RedDead: How the hell did you get my contact info

Whoever was on the other side of the screen paused for a second. Jason considered sending a quick text to Babs to tell her what was going on, but he decided that he could handle this by himself.

TooFine: got it from the backdoor I put into the giw system.

RedDead: Shit

TooFine: ok your turn

TooFine: why r u looking into the giw? seriously man

RedDead: I don’t have a single reason to tell you. Give me one and I might answer your questions

TooFine paused again. Clearly they both had issues trusting someone over the internet, and rightfully so. What they had both admitted to doing was incredibly illegal, and if someone turned them in, they would be in deep shit.

TooFine: ive been trying to take down the giw since it was created. I can help u if ur honest with me

RedDead: Oh yeah, because no one has ever lied to another person on the internet before

RedDead: But fine

RedDead: I’m looking into them because they’ve been shadowing me for over a month at this point, among other reasons

TooFine: other reasons?

Jason sighed. He shouldn’t have added that. He knew that the other guy would ask, but he said something anyways.

RedDead: They’ve got a kid. I don’t like it when people hurt kids

TooFine: Danny? he’s alive?

RedDead: From what I can tell

So he knew the kid. Or, at least, he was pretending to. It would make sense for him to be cagey about his intentions, and for him to be desperate enough to reach out.

TooFine: oh my god

TooFine: do you know what city? fuck

TooFine: fuck fuck fuck

TooFine: I need to find him man please

RedDead: He’s somewhere in Gotham

RedDead: I’ve been trying to find him for a week now but no dice. They keep everything important on separate servers

TooFine: listen man you’re a good hacker but you’re not as good as me. you need my help if we’re gonna find Danny

RedDead: Okay, what are you trying to get me to agree to?

TooFine: i’m coming to gotham and we’re going to meet up

RedDead: Hell no

RedDead: Stranger danger

TooFine: if I tell u who I am will you say yes

RedDead: ?? How am I supposed to verify if you’re telling the truth

TooFine then sent him what seemed to be a selfie. Jason’s jaw dropped at the kid’s sheer audacity.

RedDead: There’s something seriously wrong with you

TooFine: my name is Tucker Foley. i live in amity park. i’m in 10th grade

RedDead: ???????? WHAT THE HELL

TooFine: i can send u my address too

RedDead: PLEASE DON’T??

RedDead: WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE? DON’T DOXX YOURSELF TO ME

RedDead: WHAT IF I WANTED TO KILL YOU OR SOMETHING? WHAT IF I WAS A FED

TooFine: i have to take that chance.

TooFine: Danny is my best friend. they’ve had him for over a month and no one’s doing anything to help. mr. Lancer was the only one who cared and he gave up after they blackmailed him

TooFine: they’ve had him for OVER A MONTH. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD.

TooFine: Sam and Jazz and I are coming to gotham and we’re going to find him no matter what it takes

TooFine: you have to help us

Jason considered, for a second, the choices he’d made in his life that had led up to this moment. He also considered, if he was in this kid’s position at his age, if he would be doing the same.

He decided to throw the kid a bone.

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TooFine: HUH

RedDead: I’m guessing you know me

TooFine: RED HOOD??????

RedDead: No I’m just a very dedicated LARPer

TooFine: am i gonna die for Danny right now

RedDead: If I were literally anyone else, probably

RedDead: But no, you’re not. I’m gonna help you find your friend

TooFine: your username is red dead and you’re. yeah ok

RedDead: Oh come on, it’s funny

TooFine: Danny would love you

RedDead: So Danny clearly has great taste in jokes

TooFine: nope. literally loves puns and wordplay

RedDead: Nevermind

They both paused for a second. Then, Jason had a thought.

RedDead: Wait you’re in the 10th grade and you’re hacking into government databases?

TooFine: please don’t tell my parents.

RedDead: And how are you supposed to explain a sudden vacation to Gotham to your parents?

TooFine: wait so you’ll help me?

RedDead: I really hate to say it but I’m not the best at hacking, and my usual help is busy trying to track down the Joker. So, yep, we’re teaming up

TooFine: LET’S GOOOOOO

RedDead: God. I’m asking a 16 year old to help me take down a government agency and save another 16 year old

RedDead: I feel like the bat

TooFine: oh my god this is awesome. Danny is gonna flip when the actual real-life Red Hood comes to save him.

RedDead: I already regret this

TooFine: too late.

TooFine: btw do u have any place for 2 teenagers and 1 adult teenager to stay in gotham? preferably without dying but yknow.

Jason groaned. He was really, really gonna regret this, and he knew it.

Still, the alternative was some overeager kid dragging two other idiots to Gotham to find their friend and getting themselves killed. At least this way he’d have help, and damn good help at that.

He really was turning into the Bat, wasn’t he?

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Tucker doxxes himself as a power move and immediately regrets it #Jason knows for a fact if he doesn’t agree Tucker is gonna get himself killed trying to do this without him #Jason: holy shit I need to find this kid #meanwhile in Crane’s apartment #Danny: hey dr. crane would you still love me if I was a worm #sorry this took a long ass while btw I had no idea what I was doing LMAO

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#jackie taylor #shauna shipman #* #jackie x shauna #jackieshauna #shauna x jackie #shaunajackie #yellowjackets #sophie nelisse #ella purnell #once again i ask you to walk with me here #this parallel just further proves in my little brain #the triangulation of desire of it all #shauna is hallucinating jackie leaning into her like she leans into jeff #it was never about jeff it will never be about jeff #sorry to that man. #and the knowledge that shauna was ???HORNY??? watching jackie and jeff??? #the way it took jackie being dead for shauna to have that moment with her #to touch her like that etc #when in reality jackie would have fucking loved it while she was alive #idk just thinking. thoughts #parallels