#THEY!!! DIDN'T!!!! CATCH HIM!!!

[tinybirbwrites]

the fall

a quick one-shot I wrote after playing the new archon quest, about the only thing that kinda bothered me. so this isn't particularly well-written or anything, just a quick, self indulgent little thing.

spoilers for the archon quest (3.2) ahead.

Watching Scaramouche, the so-called “False God,” desperately reach out for the electro Gnosis, hearing him beg with that heartbreaking expression on his usually resentful, cold face… And seeing Nahida, the Traveler and Paimon completely ignore his pleas in favor of using the Gnosis to save Irminsul, it made something twist inside your chest.

The cables and tubes attached to his back finally snapped from the strain he'd put on them, and you watched as he jolted forward.

“Hey—” you turned your head to tell the Traveler, Nahida, anyone, to catch him, but it was like they'd already forgotten about him completely. 

There was no time, and your companions were otherwise preoccupied, so you sprinted forward as fast as you could, trying to calculate his fall and where he would land, and how you'd even catch—

Of course, with only so little time to react and act, all you could do was brace yourself, reach out your arms and hope for the best.

One second later, the weight of another's body, combined with the velocity of a fall from great height had you slamming to the ground with a pained grunt. Your arms had to be either broken or dislocated from trying to accommodate Scaramouche's weight and inconvenient position, not wanting to hurt his head or break his neck. 

Upon quick inspection of the young man's body, he indeed seemed to still be intact—more so than you were, even. Looking at his eyes told a different story though, the dangerous, hate-fuelled light inside them had gone out, his expression empty, dead. 

You couldn't blame him. After everything he had done to get here, after finally getting what he'd wanted for years and years, it had been taken away from him far too quickly.

It's better this way, you told yourself, he's unstable and dangerous.

Contrary to your thoughts, you cradled his head to your chest like a mother would do with her child, gently pulling his body close as if to keep him safe from any more harm. He just looked so vulnerable and broken at that moment, it felt wrong to just leave him lying around like a doll. 

His expression didn't change much, only the slightest furrow of his brow betraying his seemingly lifeless state. He didn't fight you, though you couldn't tell whether it was because he didn't have the strength, or because he was lacking the will to. 

It was like all the fight had just left his body, not even opting to call you names like you'd expected him to.

You craned your neck around, voice slightly croaked as you called out, “Hey, guys, was no one gonna—” Your friends were gone. 

Okay, you thought, I get Irminsul is pretty important, but this is still kind of cold.

“...always the same.”

You looked down, surprised upon hearing his voice, previously so powerful and aggressive, now reduced to a mere whisper. 

“Always cast aside. Always abandoned. Always left with nothing. Always left empty.”

He was mostly talking to himself, lost in his own thoughts and pain, but maybe he could tell you were bothered by the complete lack of sympathy from your friends. 

“For what it's worth,” you said, matching his quiet tone, “I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Not until I know you'll be cared for, at the very least. Can't believe they'd just leave you lying around like scrap after a fall like that…”

Especially after witnessing the genuine fear and desperation on his face first-hand, when all Scaramouche had ever shown was a false smile and deep-rooted resentment. 

Scaramouche tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to your chest and pressing his ear against it. You watched in silence as he listened to your heartbeat with an almost wistful look on his face. Eventually, he closed his eyes, not waking even after you tried talking to him again. 

#scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin scaramouche #belatedly added tag buT GOD THE FEELS LIKE #NO ONE CAUGHT HIM #THEY!!! DIDN'T!!!! CATCH HIM!!! #I'M SO MAD FR #they just 😐

[myoonmii]

I think the downright most horrific and brutal detail in the show is that Kilgharrah actually used Merlin to make sure Arthur's death happened with the pretence of protecting him

#kilgharrah when i catch you #this is why merlins “ i failed? ” destroyed me to my core #you were never supposed to succeed love #I honestly believe Kilgharrah knew Arthur was supposed to die at Camlaan and just wanted to make sure he didn't die BEFORE that #thats why he was like ooh but Merlin you must protect him and make sure he survives ( until its the convenient time) #and merlin genuinely thought he could protect Arthur until the end #say what you want about Kilgharrah and what his intentions might be behind this but this is SO FOUL #and now Merlins waiting for Arthurs return for a thousand years on Kilgharrah's word alone because thats the only hope he has #what else can he do #lets just hope he's right this time #bummed my self out with this thought while doing my class work #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #cannot take much more of this guys send help

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The boy patting tournament has taken a competitive turn

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wen ning #Our beautiful baby boy finally returns. Only to be told to get the hell out of here and move over cause its [lwj's] turn for pats #Literally that cuckhold comic. Will Wen Ning ever be able to catch a break? #He got nailed but only in the literal sense. Come ON. #In LWJ's defense - if you wrote a love song for a man only for him to play it for someone else...yeah you'd be defensive #Wen Ning deserves to have a love song dedicated to him. Not a secondhand one. #I didn't forget about LWJ's new outfit btw he just stripped down a bit. #As one does when they are afflicted with Clingy and in need of Affection #He makes the minecraft door opening sound when he enters the room. Just wanted to throw that detail out there.

[cupophrogs]

Nightstuck Poppet!!

(au belongs to @bunnyspine) I honestly adore the whole concept and vibe of this au, and I could not resist putting my funny jack-in-the-box-jester in some pjs and throwing them into a world of existential horrors!!!

I thought about Poppet and their box becoming like a little hiding spot for Wally, since Poppet would be difficult for Home to access unless the box is wound and opened! Though I suppose it's dangerous to be stationary when a Prowling Puppet is after you... Regardless, Wally seems so lonely, so if he can sneak past Sally, perhaps Poppet can keep him company!

Mini-comic: "HIDE"

I wonder who wound the box?

Extra stuff under the cut :DD

#Yippee! A proper post!!! #UGH I missed drawing Poppet so so so much #silly jester... #they have their own box now and everything! #It's a comfy little box - bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!! #Poppet is so sleepy #I love this au so much #I jsut want to hold Wally and keep him safe #but sadly i cannot #so Poppet can do it for me! #Their blanket is weighted! it's very comfy #Poppet always takes a moment to wake up after they pop out of the box! #I imagine they'd faceplant if someone didn't catch them! #character design #welcome home oc #phrart #art #welcome home #poppet spring #nightstuck poppet #nightstuck au #artists on tumblr #welcome home poppet #I did the original sketches for these at work #im very happy with what I can come up with when surrounded by coffee #yes #yes indeed #Poppet would love nothing more than to keep their dear friend Wally company! #The neighbourhood has changed; but Poppet is still here!

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

Lol cut the kid some slack ok he literally just kissed Simon for the first time in months 😂😂 I mean look him. What do y'all expect him to do? Literary analysis?? With that mushy simonsiMONsimon brain?? I'd be impressed if he even remembered his own name at this point.

also don't forget he genuinely thought Simon wouldn't ever like him back until then, let alone write an entire song for him

#it actually makes sense that he didn't catch on right away #and i for one have not seen a face more in love #Yes this IS an Edvin Ryding acting appreciation post #sparkly anime eyes? endless pining? he just gets it uk. #like can u even blame this baby #for being way too much in love with him and his voice to care about anything else?? #young royals #young royals season 2 #yr #yr s2 #wilmon #prince wilhelm #edvin ryding

[grumpyelf]

i just finished the impel down arc so have some of my favorite buggy screenshots from it. #1 cringefail loser

bonus :o) faces:

#one piece #buggy #buggy the clown #impel down #one piece anime #this isn't even half of the screenshots i took #if i took screenshots of every hilarious expression the animators gave him it would have taken forever #but that didn't stop me from enjoying the frames i could catch #my most pathetic husband #obsessed with him #he spent 95% of this arc crying #fen post

[lennymcdragons]

LOOK AT HIM, JUST look...

#adrien agreste #rabbit noir #miraculous ladybug #mlb #my art #chat noir #how can he be so fucking cute #like look at him #i just catched up on season 5 #i can't believe i didn't know he existed

[thankstothe]

It's personal

How long has it been personal?

#house md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #screencap #s03e22 “Resignation” #the fact that wilson is on antidepressants is swept under with all the drugging eachother and “im on speed” avalanche #like tell me more about wilsons depression i want details #they're like old married couple that was talking about divorcing for at least 40 years #and sherlocky because house has to know every detail or he will not let it go #prob annoyed he didn't catch it sooner too #every time he catches wilson in a lie he so baffled #he didn't even figure out here that wilson is also drugging him

[harmonysanreads]

HARMONYYY i just finished the penacony quest and OH MY GOD. the emotional damage wtf... and the murderer 😕 i honestly don’t think anyone could’ve foreseen that

on another note, sunday really does have huge yandere potential !!! (i was swooning the entire time he was on screen im sorry.) he literally isn’t beating the allegations at all. even the other characters comment on how weird it is for him to casually keep a model of the golden hour, because what in the control freak 😭

he seems like he’d play dollhouse with darling. after all, in a place like that, every single aspect of it is under his thumb — literally. having that much control over your circumstances is a reassurance. oh, are the placeholder models crashing? don’t worry dear, he can fix the malfunctions. he can even make them speak more realistically for you. he can give anything to you, even change the layout of the place entirely if you’re bored of it. you want to get back to normal size? well, he can’t quite do that just yet, please understand..

or if he pulls that weird interrogation magic thing on them. darling who just lies through the entire thing, and he uses this to scare them about the death countdown while not mentioning the part that he has the power to really just cancel it in the end. though, the same trick won’t work on them twice. at least the process gets darling to become part of the family in the end.

not to mention the spies he has everywhere. stupid birds watching you in every corner…

idk i just want to hold him and shake him aggressively. out of love, of course.

- 🕯️

When I tell you I've lost sleep over the thought of just how much more Sunday is probably capable of doing, nonnie.

If he has access to technology and power like this, which are all unrestricted for his personal use moreover, imagine the things he's hiding. And imagine farther the things he had to do to get to where he is today, another dash of spice to the mix. I went back to his scenes and did some thinking. The me-slandering-Sunday is obviously a joke but I really, really hope people just don't focus on the morally-gray and questionable aspects of him and completely disregard his other characteristics now.

If you think about things from his perspective, he really is just trying his best to keep the image of The Family. But the loss of probably the only person he trusted with his heart and the disregard to bring justice to that case from The Family's side, compelled him to put his agenda first (as he himself mentions that he allowed Aventurine to pull that stunt so that it'd lure Gallagher out). What we get from this is, while Sunday is an extremely dedicated member of their faction, he had to learn to be selfish in certain situations to save his and Robin's backs.

The desire to control usually comes from a feeling of helplessness. We can make some speculations based on the current information of why Sunday has these tendencies, I've also seen some people say he has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but, we can't be sure until his full lore drops. Another thing to note about Sunday is how lonely he probably is, especially at present. The Family is in chaos, the situation of Robin, external forces' traps, the Charmony festival's deadline and he doesn't even have one person he can sit down with and not question their motives. He really must want to rest just as much as the characters around him are suggesting.

So basically, Sunday is a multi-layered character, just like Aventurine. He's definitely a politician, is what I'll say. Even though he is a control freak whose motives are hard to guess, he's still that little boy fighting for his and Robin's shared dream inside.

#but he still deserves to be aggressively shaken for that move on aven #and then sent to a three month vacation #do you guys catch my drift my here like you can still manipulate him to do your bidding :) #opps... didn't mean to drop that #sunday brainrot #──⚝🕯️anon #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #sunday x reader #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader

[dylanconrique]

"it's like penguins. penguins, in nature, when one is sick, or when one is very injured, the other penguins surround it and prop it up. they walk around it until that penguin can walk on it's own. that's kind of what the cast did for me." — matthew perry about his fellow friends.

#*and this is icarly! #friends #chandler bing #matthew perry #friends lovers and the big terrible thing #THIS!!!!! ☝️☝️ is why friends will reign supreme as one of the best television shows of all time #NOT ONE OF THEM JENNIFER COURTNEY DAVID LISA OR MATT EVER GAVE UP ON HIM #they didn't condemn him for his addiction or pass judgement on him in any way #they ALL realized that this is a real disease!!!! #ALCOHOL AND DRUG ADDICTION ARE DISEASES!!!!!! #and for them to realize that when addiction wasn't so easily understood by most back in the 90s/early 2000s is SO. HEARTWARMING. #they all could have just as easily excluded him from the group when they started to catch on that he had a problem #most other actors in the industry probably would #but no not them #they're family 💗

[bioluminescent-fungus]

if you could send one (1) elf who died in the First Age to Rivendell shortly before the War of the Ring, who would you choose?

rules:

they'll get sent forward at the moment of their death (there's a corpse left behind)

they are still injured and will need medical attention

they aren't told anything and they don't have any additional knowledge, just what they knew when they died

#I think Findekáno would cause delightful amounts of chaos as Elrond catches him up #Previously On Arda: the Fëanarions did two more kinslayings; kidnapped two Peredhil and raised them; the continent sunk; #has someone made a parody of “we didn't start the fire” yet (although they very much did start the fire)

[nelkcats]

The victim is... the same as yesterday?

Since Danny managed to master the power of duplication he noticed a couple of things: duplicates didn't always disappear when he wanted them to, it was possible to make many at once and he could change shapes when he used it. The duplicates also disappeared in ecto when destroyed.

So, when the halfa moved to a new location he decided it made the most sense to release "Human Danny's" over Gotham and stay as Phantom to look at his new home from the sky. He needed to investigate his new surroundings and probably find a better place to live.

This made the bats desperate, they had multiple alerts of "Multiple black-haired, blue-eyed boys wandering into dangerous territories" and "A meta flying around Gotham", Bruce doubted it was a coincidence, maybe the meta was a new villain.

In some cases they couldn't get there in time and the blue-eyed boy died mysteriously, since they didn't communicate with each other, they didn't know it was the same victim over and over again. Danny wasn't surprised when he felt one of his duplicates return to him. Of course, the halfa had no idea he was giving Red Robin traumas about a boy "vanishing on acid".

The batfamily, who remained without communication, thought that some villain was chasing down black-haired, blue-eyed people and killing them. Jason was the first to realize that it was the same boy and he frowned not understanding the situation. He found the meta and he was almost harmless, which didn't have sense.

#dpxdc #Danny wanted to explore his new home #so he created like two or three duplicates daily to explore while he search for a new home as Phantom #since the duplicates are still Danny they found trouble easy #some of them were attacked by villains #and decided to “die” to keep their human status #Danny didn't know the bats were seeing him dying #dp x dc #dc x dp #Poor Tim is traumatized #he tough the Joker killed the boy with acid #but no #it was just the duplicate melting and becoming ectoplasm #The Batfamily doesn't communicate #they are confused #since the victims “disappear” and for some reason they can't take a photo #the photos are always corrupted #the bats tough they were different victims #Bruce thinks there is someone pointing at the Waynes and catching innocent people #he's just theorizing at this point

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

First and Last appearances of Poorly-Drawn-MDZS Season 1!

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #not tagging them all here cause these are just comic excerpts #left out a quite a few characters cause they either didn't show up enough OR their first/last is a poor representation #the 'omg its Hanguang Jun' call back was intentional B*) #Surprised that no one pointed it out but now *I* can! Bursting into the scene fabulously is how LWJ starts and ends season 1! #Jin Ling has the least dramatic glow up (honestly I have been finding him harder and harder to draw) but he *does* have a moral glow up #I think *this* comparison is the one I feel best emphasizes my journey on this blog. #thank you to everyone who started following and cheering me on. Especially those who've been here since the very start #That said - no matter when you found this blog; It means a lot to me B*) #that's it for the reflective meta posting: season 2 starts back in July. I've gonna take this week to catch up on asks!

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

#pondhead replies #anon let me kiss you on the mouth (platonically) #danny phantom #little baby man danny #except he's dan #supervillain danny au #god i can't get the elongated cat meme image out of my head #you are a genius #if you didn't catch it gotham was the city he destroyed #what did fenton tell him to do you ask? #well dan is very good at hunting #causing chaos and bringing certain peoples to justice all over the world #like a reverse santa #he also gave dan permission to go buck wild on the joker if batman brought him to gotham #if batman didn't STOP his escape to gotham #that counts right? #long post #dpxdc

[tizeline]

Does Draxum ever throw Donnie off a roof? I know you said that unlike Canon he actually cares about the turtles but is there a chance he doesn’t realize Donnie’s jet pack was damaged or something and throws him off thinking he’ll be ok?

I can definitely see that happening lol, if Leo doesn't get yeeted then someone has to!

... actually it would be kinda funny if somehow for plot reasons draxum ended up yeeting leo off a roof anyway, like, accidentally or something haha

But yeah, I can see it happening the way that you described it. Draxum throws Donnie off a building fully expecting him to just fly back, only for Donnie to just KEEP falling and Draxum is like: "...... 🤨?........😧😨 OH SHIT!!"

#Donnie'd be fine of course #even if Draxum didn't manage to catch him then Don's brothers would #but still #a certified Yikes Moment #tizel talk #Tiz Sep Au #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

#okay that's like the beginning but there's a very dangerous gang and sun/moon weren't always running on his own #and of course he comes back #but he accidentally brings the very thing he was running from back to you oops #turns out he's a slippery fellow and well someone wants him #and you're the sweetest honey to use to catch their fly #cowboy au #cowboy!sun #cowboy!moon #magnolias blooming #i didn't mean to write this much but uhhh here we are